Growing Pains

[eumelia]

After I finished writing my papers, I slept for twelve hours.

I may have woken up due to nature calling, but I slept for hours after that.

It was the sleep of the just, my friends. Of the just, because I was done and I had no where to go the day after.

I did, however, decide to clean all the things. And when I say all the things, I mean the fact that over a three month semester and a two and half months long summer I let papers pile on high and books migrated from flat surface to flat surface, leaving dust voids that were very quickly filled. With dust that is.

Six hours.

That is how long it took to make my cave lair place under the bridge bedroom habitual again.

I felt very accomplished, mainly because I also opened up my drawers and empties them of the junk that accumulated since the last time I emptied them. Which was probably when I started my degree, four years ago.

So yeah, I still need to go through all the papers I removed from there. A lot, if not most, will go by way of recycling. But it's a very cleansing thing, going through your drawers and removing the debris. I'll probably do the same with my Uni notes and articles, but I'll let those lie for now. They only recently found a home inside my cupboard.

My main accomplishment, though? Moving my hamper of stuffed animals (my loyal companions since early childhood) into our house's designated kid's room - where my Nieces and Nephews play and sleep when they come over. I was actually all verklempt because I was sealing off a portion of my life that was never coming back. I kept a few small stuffed animals that are easy to place of a bookshelf or something similar - even though in my current status as a single person they sleep quite happily by my pillow!

Related to that, I gave my "My Little Pony" collection to my niece. I had been reluctant to let her play with them, because, you know, they were mine and little grubby five year old hands aren't going to be touching the ponies I played with when I was five! Of course, I then realised I was twenty-six and really, what's the point of keeping toys in a box I hadn't opened in years?

I told my mom, they were to be played with, if my Niece wanted to. My mother's face, boy you could see the glow and she happily told me that while I was at work and my Niece came over she played with the Little Ponies more than any other toy.

Fuck, I'm tearing up just writing this!

*sniff*

Sorry, I seem to be going through growing pains.

Comments

[amethystfirefly]

growing up sometimes sucks. but at least you can share your joy with kids you love. :)

-hugs-

[eumelia]

I actually cannot wait to be home the same time as my Niece so that I can play with the Ponies along with her :)

*hugs*

[silveradept]

The problem with finishing one's schooling is that it usually causes the temporal engines to start again and the world outside to become more noticeable.

And we all realize "My gods, that's a lot of crap that I've accumulated while I was too busy studying." and clean it out. For me, it was always the ceremonial packing of stuff up at the end that signified the major changes.

[eumelia]

So much crap, my god, yes.

It's definitely been a week of little rituals of renewal. I'm also splurging on a facial and a hair cut, so it's going to be physical as well.

[silveradept]

That's part of it, too - once you join the world of the adults, all sorts of physical changes happen...and some are imposed, like dress codes.

But you've gone through another of those life phases now. Chapter ended, new chapter begins. (And there's a lot more adventures yet to come, although without the sad man in the blue box.)