I found myself cleaning today, which isn't such a strange occurrence. I like cleaning. Usually, it's something that I'm driven or forced to do, not by someone else but rather because of someone else. That was again the case today. I was forced to go and clean. It does more for me than just cleaning up a mess or straightening a room. It kinda cleans up my mind too. Everything just fixes itself. I clean when I'm nervous a lot of times because it gives me something to do with that nervous energy.
But I was cleaning out some drawers in the room that used to be mine and it was interesting to come across things that I haven't seen in years. Letters I haven't read in ages. Pictures I've forgotten about. CDs that I thought were long gone. At this most pivotal moment in my life, it's interesting to see things that shaped my past. Things that were so very very important to me at that time and see how their meaning has either been eroded away to nothing or have stood the test of time like hieroglyphs.