last big clean up

No, i'm not cleaning a river. I'm cleaning my room. For a person who collects memories as easy as dust, it's never an easy task for me. That my mother is a clean freak makes it harder still. But, i feel like old term papers i wrote-my old teacher's comments...that's a part of me. Folded summer camp snap shots? Those too. How do you chose between children, between all the blood and cells that have made you?

Dramatic. Overly so. But, it's still painful. Growing pains, I suppose. My apartment is finally coming together and its so exciting! I'm so close to being out of MY HOUSE.

Just need to keep the eye on the prize. THE PRIZE OF FREEDOM. ha.

I was driving to work today and the radio dj at the end of a song said, "Oh, it's so great to be alive." On on the eve of this labor day weekend, it is. It really is.