With Windex in one hand and 409 in the other, I was armed and prepared. My roommate went on A Cappella tour, leaving me with a messy, but empty room, one in need of some Spring cleaning. I try to keep the room in somewhat of a clean state, but with the end of the year approaching and the projects beginning to pile up, having a clean room became a back-burner issue. Clothes were scattered on the floor, dust had collected in every place, and the bathroom was considered a disaster zone.
I attacked the room with ferocity. I sweept under the bed, in the closet, under the desk. I wiped down every service, i organized all the shelves, and i did all the laundry that had pilled up. And three hours later I collapsed on the crumb free futon and breathed in the scent of clean linen Fabreeze. It was finished.
There's a sense of satisfaction in looking around and seeing everything in it's place. But at the same time, sitting here alone in my room, it looks a little empty now, having a not lived in feeling to it. Like this is the show room they bring potential students to see. Spring cleaning is a good thing to do once in a while and I'm glad I did it, but i think i'm going to go throw some clothes on the ground. Maybe that will make it feel right in here.
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