I have a problem. I cannot throw anything away. I learned it from my mother and from my Nana. Nana was in her late teens to early twenties during World War 2 and they just never threw anything away as most of it was rationed or kept "just in case". She passed this down to my mother who has passed it on to me. Not a Christmas goes by without my mother asking me if I want a biscuit tin to keep or God forbid someone buys a new pair of shoes as my mother asks me again, if I want it for anything.
So my room is constantly a tip. Shoes overflowing, research articles for college on the floor because there's no room for them anywhere else.
It makes me feel claustrophobic. Studying is so difficult in my bedroom because I get so distracted. I tidy in small amounts but it never helps.
So tomorrow is the big clean. I've decided it. It's 11:44pm on a Friday night and I might be a bit ambitious but I've decided it.
Tomorrow. D-Day.
Hopefully this won't be another idea of mine that crashes and burns but I crave tidiness like I never have before.
Or maybe this is just me procrastinating working on my dissertation and trying to justify it.... ah well.
Sure fuck it, be grand.
Laura
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