I'll Lie And Say I'm a Hoarder

Now that graduation is over, there is something harder to face. No, I am not talking about searching for a job, even though that is pretty hard. I am referring to cleaning your room.

            Once upon a time, your room fit your personality. And that time was in high school. And sure, you have occasionally cleaned up over the summer. But the fact is that your room has barely changed since senior year of high school and now you are trying to move in all your dorm room stuff into a high school student’s room.

            I have already made a trip to Goodwill with all the stuff that needs to go (mostly shirts, as my roommates know, I have a ton of shirts) and I need to schedule another one. Not to mention it has almost been a week since I graduated and my room is still a mess.

            I am ready to call Hoarders Buried Alive, Extreme Homemaker or What Not to Wear for someone else to clean out my mess of a closet. Or at least have Romeo pick out all the things he doesn’t eat, I can keep.

            The hardest thing is the real message behind unpacking and that is growing up. All those things you kept as a child/ teenager don’t hold the same importance anymore. It is a sad thing, but again a happy thing. You are growing up, already sneaking peaks of furniture at Pottery Barn or, my favorite, Target.

Then there is the thought that how much stuff could possibly fit in my bedroom? I believe closets are like Mary Poppins’ bag—bottomless.

My advice to all those people in the same situation is to keep plugging away. At some point, your room will look the way you want it. Then you will probably move out and have to start it all over again. Or, if you’re like me, and your little brother is graduating in two weeks and the party is at your house, you better listen to your mom when she says it NEEDS to be done by then.