In My Room

I suppose you’re wondering why the lack of posts on my blog (and to Darren and Lee, why I haven’t visited yours for a while).  No it’s not laziness!  Or apathy!  Or procrastination!  Or something that sounds similar!

I was tidying my room.

Let me clarify for the few who have yet to enter ma chambre.  It’s small.  Really small.  I can’t convey to you just how small it is.  Okay, I’ll try.  Stretch your arms out on both sides – imagine another hand at the end of one of yours, and that’s the width of my room.  Now, with your arms still out, this time imagine another arm at the end of one of yours – that’s the length of my room.  Told you it was small.  Add a bed, TV table and two bedside tables and it’s even smaller.  Back when I was a child it was known as the junk room – where junk was stored.  Because I have two sisters, they had to get the bigger room, and my mum had a room of her own, so I was left with that undecorated mess.  Thankfully as a young child I don’t recall having too many items (although there was a giant wardrobe which dwarfed my tiny living space).  Fast forward two years later to the current day, and I’ve got the most items that specifically belong to one person in the house.  But still, tiny room.

I let it get in such a state that I booked last Thursday and Friday off work to get it done in time for Christmas, but even after those two days and taking some time through the weekend sorting it out, there is still an awful lot to be done.  Just like was the case with my PC, I need more storage space for my bedroom – only then will I be able to have places to put things, and get them out of god damn plastic bags!  I thought beforehand that I’d sell a lot of stuff on eBay that I didn’t want, but it didn’t really turn out as I had hoped – I’m either still using or unable to sell most of the stuff, or throw it away for that matter.  How much do I have?  Well, once emptied out (minus the furniture and TV) all of my stuff in that room take up both my mother’s and sisters’ bedrooms.  I’ve got so little space that I’ve got my own corner of the living room for more of my items.  It’s that bad.

I suppose I should just accept my fate – until I am blessed with additional acres I am resigned to live in zero space, with zero storage and maximum clutter.  No wonder I only use my bedroom for sleeping and the occasional night-time television viewing.

Until next time – you will all have bigger rooms than myself, but even if you share yours with others, you are still far better off than I am.