Up until the past few weeks, I have always considered my style of clean as organized chaos. My mom use to close my door so she would not have to look into my messy room. But not anymore mom- for some reason, magically, I am Miss. Tidy. My bed is made every day- if its not, I feel unorganized. I just got done finished cleaning up my entire room and even vacuuming the carpets. This is a new record for me, I have live in this apartment for almost 2 and a halfish months- and I have already vacuumed. Not once in my college house did I vacuum without being asked, or just have the urge to tidy up for no reason.
Maybe these cleaning impulses are coming from a maturing place or just a metamorphosis- but whatever it is- I can honestly say, I have no idea where its coming from. Maybe maturing? I have no one to impress- my boyfriend already likes me- my parents are aware of my clutter- my grandparents live too far away, and all of my friends just look the other way. So there is no one to show my room off to other than me.... Its a puzzle to me.
The cleaning is almost as puzzling as the cooking. I have never liked to cook. My idea of cooking was a boul of cereal, and all of a sudden, I am chef Ramsey. I made banana bread on Monday night just because. Maybe without knowing, I wanted the banana bread to go along with my tidy room.
Who knows- but these changes are freaky. Not bad changes... just very interesting....Maybe they are because of my 23rd birthday coming up- maybe my body is telling my brain to get my stuff together- start to actually know where to find things. Who knows, but its freaky.
At this point, I am just going to go with it. At least I know I will be eating in a clean kitchen.
Peace, love and new cravings,
b
