moving to my own place three years ago made me realize i have tons of stuff that i don't need. i literally own boxes of old magazines that i love, hard bound books that i purchased and read, kitchen gadgets that multiplied on its own, clothes that are either tacky or outdated.
i migrated in 2001 a month after the 9/11. for three years i lived in 4 different apartments before having a place of my own. i vividly remember that i only have a big green suitcase and a rolling duffel bag when i first came here.
6 years later i have know idea how i ended up with so much stuff.
back home since i lived my parents i really don't care about how to take care of home things. all i know is my mom and dad takes care of those things. i clean the house, do some minor chores, i cook if my mom is away but that's it.
i always dreamed of having a place of my own. just me in the house. i never did quite grasp the responsibilities it entails.
escrow, walk throughs, home inspectors. words that i never knew existed until the day i was signing the biggest contract of my life.
whew.
but the minute they handed me the KEYS i felt a surge of happiness, it's like getting your first star in kindergarten. one of the best feelings i've ever had.
i know i'm on my own since i step down from the airplane in LAX, 6 yrs ago. i realized that i have to take care of myself , make decisions on my own, without my parents and close friends to lean on.
my neatness started then on. i started reading books about organizing and cleaning not just my place but my life too. i frequented stores and check out products that i think would help me along the way.
i pay my bills as soon as it lands on my desk and file it in my trustworthy tote.
i group my stuff according to usage and color. my personal favorites, a labeler and boxes.
although it took me three years to empty all my boxes in the garage, i feel a sense of accomplishment with all the things i did through the years.
:)
