Dear Diary . . . day by day

Friday, May 11th, 2001 - Living Space

Because of my recent, joyous bouts of socializing, my bedroom at home is a mess. David came by last night to unload some of his recycling, and he stopped and stared at the strewn piles of clothing, papers, books and whatnot that cover all surface areas of my room right now. "Wow" he said, "You're right: your room has exploded."
David is familiar with my messiness and usually doesn't comment; so now I know: it's bad.
My problem is that I live almost exclusively in my room. The rest of the house doesn't really feel like mine; it's shared space, and I know how sloppy I can get if I feel too "at home", so I try to keep my junk in my own room. This is because I live with people who were, before they moved in, strangers, and I do not assume it will not bother them. Poor Kellie, when I lived with her, put up with my "crafty corner" in the living room that literally flowed out into the middle of the room at times with sewing and other craft projects. She never seemed to mind too much, but then again I had the perfect weapon against a cranky Kellie: backrubs. Heh. I think we both were comfortable with that arrangement. I wish I had someone who lives with me to give me backrubs . . .
Anyway, my bedroom. It's at the point where the clutter is too much; I must straighten, dust and clean or go nuts soon. I'm beginning to realize that the Feng Shui of my room is non-existent as well; my desk is along a wall in such a way that when someone is sitting at the desk, the bed and bathroom - the "safe" part of the room (away from the majority of clutter), as David calls it - is inaccessible (unless you're me and are willing to take a giant step over the corner of the bed (and paper recycling) and launch yourself to the other side; I'm the only one who is really capable of performing this with any sort of accuracy and grace - well, Holly could do it too, but what I'm saying is that this requires dance training and an understanding of me and how I am about my things and my space . . . ). Man, I'm rambly today! Anyway, I am currently mulling over how I might rearrange my bedroom. I need more space for clothing. I need a nook for my desk. I need a bigger filing cabinet (and I need to use it).
When I was little, I would occasionally take on the task of rearranging my own room. When Holly was big enough to help, I sometimes enlisted her help, but often I did it myself, pushing and pulling the furniture (and ruining my chest of drawers eventually). It was always so cool to go to bed that first night - everything felt different, as if I was in a different dimension. It was an adventure, and it kept me interested in the state of my bedroom. It usually meant I'd cleaned in order to move everything around, too, so I had a neat, new space to play in for awhile.
I could really use that kind of change right now, I think. It's a lot different with a Queen size bed and a narrow room. But, well, we'll see. It'll be fun.

Exercise log:
Nothing yesterday, really.
Writing log:
Hmmmm.
I'm currently reading:
The Sweetheart Season by Karen Joy Fowler
Henry and June by Anais Nin

My new PO Box is:
Heather Shaw
P.O. Box 13222
Berkeley, CA 94712-4222

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