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Cleaning up

I must admit that I have never ever been a fan of cleaning up. Growing up, I had people to clean up after me: my family, the maids. But having grown up and left home for a while, I have become painfully aware of how important cleaning up a place is. While I am no clean-freak, I detest a mess terribly.

I came home to Vancouver and nearly got the start of my life... my room was filthy! Guess what? I had made that mess during my several years there and it was exacerbated by my preparations for a hasty departure to DC.

My loving family never bothered to clean up the place and I am glad they did not. I have been devoting my free time here, NOT skiing, but cleaning up the mess I had left behind. There are tonnes of things that I no longer use that take up space here and I think that by the end of the week, I will be able to say I did a decent job (albeit 4 months too late) of cleaning it all up. I think half this room is junk. There are papers and layer up layer of dust here. I don't think I have any allergies, but it is somewhat of a mystery that I don't.

I also noticed that the moment I walked in, my old habits seem to be kicking in. I have been creating a mess and getting back to the old ways. I worked hard in DC to keep the place there spotless; well relatively. My little apartment in DC is clean enough; I vacuum once a week and clean the bathroom just as often. I even get rid of the trash fairly regularly.

If you're a messy person, try cleaning up for a change; it gives life a whole lot more meaning. Trust me. I am getting reformed.

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