New me.

I woke up this morning, a changed woman.
I don't know what happened, what it was that caused the change. But I got out of bed, looked around and thought,
"I'm older than this."
Not older in the sense that my room was childish.
But older in the sense that my room was a mess. Dirty, dusty, digusting.
I was ashamed to have woken up in it.

So, I got to work.
4 hours of cleaning, I'm still not done.
Moved around my bed, table, everything.
Bags of crap were thrown around, begging to be chucked out the door.
So I did just that.

This very moment, I'm waiting for my dear mother to take me shopping for new furniture.
A new, clean room. For a new, clean me.