My room is TIDY!

[spindizzy]

• I cleaned my room! Like, I haven't done a proper tidy-up of my room since 2014 when we moved in, but the Tuesday after my diagnosis, I spent about seven hours getting things out out of boxes, getting rid of boxes, and piling things up roughly where they're supposed to have floor! I have floor, this is weird as anything. And Lex and I went through our wardrobe for the first time in about three years, because we could actually get at the damn thing! We've sorted out a bunch of stuff that doesn't fit or that we don't want anymore to go to charity. This is SO STRESSFUL, oh my god, I hate getting rid of things, but I'm actually kind of enjoying being able to pull something out of a drawer and know that it fits and isn't full of holes. IS THIS WHAT BEING A GROWN-UP IS LIKE?


• It's not perfect yet – I have no good way of storing my knitting and wool, I have a cupboard and the entire under the bed to deal with, and I have two bookcases to fill with the contents of about five. We made progress though! We're almost living like real people.


• Oh, as part of this massive tidying up, I MIGHT (emphasis on MIGHT) be getting rid of some new/like-new graphic novels and manga. Does anyone know anywhere that buys stuff like that? I don't like putting new things in the Book Crossing box, and I don't know that I can foist it off on my friends!


• I've been feeling a little jangly in my brain recently, and only realised TODAY that it's probably because I forgot to top-up my tablet box with gingko biloba, so my brain has just been being... My brain. Whoops.


• I have been visited by The Ghost of Hobbies Past, who has gifted unto me all of the shit that I used to be into but forgot about as the tides of crap in my room assimilated them! I have all of my cute notebooks, I have all of my fancy inks, I have fountain pens that run the gauntlet from "Pack of two for a pound" to "Extra-fine Lamys," I have SO MANY BOOKS. I'm in a reading slump at the moment where the idea of absorbing more story is EXHAUSTING, so I'm equal parts excited and terrified of my stacks of books.


• I have an appointment to talk about going on ADHD meds next Saturday and I break up for the summer the Monday after! (I'm on a forty-week contract, so I don't work the summer holidays.) If either of those felt real to me, I'd probably be freaking out. The closest I can get to it is telling my anxiety "Hey, listen, if I DID somehow manage to lie to a trained medical professional convincingly enough that he diagnosed me with a condition that I don't have, WE WILL KNOW WHEN WE TRY THE MEDS."


• My current plans for the summer involve a truly RIDICULOUS amount of travelling, for me. Visiting old uni friends, Lex's family, my family, Worldcon, running away with some of my other friends... I am very lucky and confused, basically.


• BUT I am extremely excited about having time to WRITE and PLAY VIDEO GAMES and SIT IN THE SUNSHINE WEARING CUTE DRESSES and god help anyone who stands between me and any of that.