Whenever I go home for rather a longer break, the first thing I do, is to de-clutter.
My room is relatively small, overfed with a lot of things, small and big, most of them unnecessary actually. I throw them out every time, but they never seem to make the place a little more spacious.
A while ago, I just started to fix things up in my room. The first thing I always set up is my cabinet. Closets eat up almost every space I have but they are never enough to store my clothes and all. Again, I set aside clothes I don’t wear anymore. They are either having the so washed-out look, or they don’t fit perfectly anymore.
I wasn’t finished yet fixing up my closets when suddenly, I saw my really big stuffed toys above the cabinets. They irritated me and I wanted to get rid off them immediately. I looked for big boxes so I could put them all inside. I also put other unnecessary things that are supposed to spice up my room, like those kiddie figurines and all. After I had them all in the balikbayan boxes, I asked my mom to give them to whoever. The cute stuffed toys that were left (and they were really few), were positioned in a small holder now. Those stuffed toys above my bed were also thrown. I replaced them with some of my favorite books and just my lamp. I also replaced my pink hello kitty bed covers with the yellowish, brownish, cool comforters.
Then, I got knocked up. I’m a grown-up now; and at last, I am ready to act like one. I prefer beautiful things now, than cute ones.
I never really acted like a kid. I mean, I was never all giddy and vigorous, you know. I never touched things in houses of people we used to visit. My parents were never called in school because I pulled my classmates’ hair. Things like that, you see. I sit in school with my hands on my lap. I never rolled on floors when they wouldn’t buy me the toy I wanted. I was fit to wear the most-behaved badge. Perhaps, that was because I wasn’t used to deal with kids like me then. I was surrounded by a lot of old people, older people, I mean. I was the youngest in the family and I and my brother has an 8-year age gap. I didn’t really have somebody to play those Barbies with. So I matured earlier than most of them. I disposed my toys at an early age and started reading storybooks and played computer games.
However, I was still a kid then I know. I was carefree. I didn’t care so much about other people. I used to envy other kids who have this and that. I was a kid. I felt I was, not until recently, when I worry so much about what the future holds for me, when I worry too much on how I can make a lot of money soon, when I worry too much on graduating on time.
Now, I really feel I’m never a little girl anymore; and throwing those big, and cuddly animal stuffs is the first step. Plus, I also started digging those pointed, flashy, stilletos, and I say, they comfortably suit me.
My room is relatively small, overfed with a lot of things, small and big, most of them unnecessary actually. I throw them out every time, but they never seem to make the place a little more spacious.
A while ago, I just started to fix things up in my room. The first thing I always set up is my cabinet. Closets eat up almost every space I have but they are never enough to store my clothes and all. Again, I set aside clothes I don’t wear anymore. They are either having the so washed-out look, or they don’t fit perfectly anymore.
I wasn’t finished yet fixing up my closets when suddenly, I saw my really big stuffed toys above the cabinets. They irritated me and I wanted to get rid off them immediately. I looked for big boxes so I could put them all inside. I also put other unnecessary things that are supposed to spice up my room, like those kiddie figurines and all. After I had them all in the balikbayan boxes, I asked my mom to give them to whoever. The cute stuffed toys that were left (and they were really few), were positioned in a small holder now. Those stuffed toys above my bed were also thrown. I replaced them with some of my favorite books and just my lamp. I also replaced my pink hello kitty bed covers with the yellowish, brownish, cool comforters.
Then, I got knocked up. I’m a grown-up now; and at last, I am ready to act like one. I prefer beautiful things now, than cute ones.
I never really acted like a kid. I mean, I was never all giddy and vigorous, you know. I never touched things in houses of people we used to visit. My parents were never called in school because I pulled my classmates’ hair. Things like that, you see. I sit in school with my hands on my lap. I never rolled on floors when they wouldn’t buy me the toy I wanted. I was fit to wear the most-behaved badge. Perhaps, that was because I wasn’t used to deal with kids like me then. I was surrounded by a lot of old people, older people, I mean. I was the youngest in the family and I and my brother has an 8-year age gap. I didn’t really have somebody to play those Barbies with. So I matured earlier than most of them. I disposed my toys at an early age and started reading storybooks and played computer games.
However, I was still a kid then I know. I was carefree. I didn’t care so much about other people. I used to envy other kids who have this and that. I was a kid. I felt I was, not until recently, when I worry so much about what the future holds for me, when I worry too much on how I can make a lot of money soon, when I worry too much on graduating on time.
Now, I really feel I’m never a little girl anymore; and throwing those big, and cuddly animal stuffs is the first step. Plus, I also started digging those pointed, flashy, stilletos, and I say, they comfortably suit me.
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