Suitcase Memories
The holidazes are over. The new year has begun with all the hopes and dreams and challenges that it brings all the resolutions that may or may not happen. I don't resolve anymore, never really did. Except when I was in grade school for some reason the nuns would ask us what our resolutions were and sometimes we had to write 250 word essays about them and after the first sentence I was stuck. I didn't know what resolution I would have at 10 years old other then to get better grades or behave better and listen more to my parents. I think I used that many times. So, since then I have not resolved to do anything but try to have a happy or happier year then the last one and possibly work on the goal that I have been working on for the past few years and have not accomplished it yet. All in good time I guess.
So, I was doing some "new years" cleaning today. I try to unclutter and clean when I have someone here to watch my mom that way I can get more done and since it was my nephews day off that was his task for the day. Which is not rocket science just make sure she takes her meds, help her when she needs it and watch her shows with her and talk some chit chat when she wants to and cook breakfast, lunch, and dinner for her. Ok, it might not be rocket science but it is time consuming and some work but I figure that I need to clean and he needs to talk and spend time with his grandma so there you have it.
I started in my bedroom which might as well be called my son's room because both of our stuff in there. It is a hot mess. When we moved here it was just a little mess now adding years and people it has become a hot mess. The closet is not filled with clothes but lots of boxes. Boxes stacked on top of each other and near each other. I am guilty of that when I thought that we were going to move one year and that didn't happen and in hopes of moving sooner then later I just left them packed and two boxes turned into ten boxes and ten toys turned into twenty. So, there are tiny toys, bigger toys and medium toys that have migrated from place to place in this house. I thought that the days of me seeing toys all over went out the window when the toddler days were over but nope. My son is not the neatest person in the world. Sad to say he probably gets it from me since his dad is the ultimate neat freak. Everything in his room is in it place and he wouldn't be caught dead with a closet looking like mine. And probably go in convulsions if he ever saw mine.
So, my son said he wanted to move yet another thing in the room his computer desk and desk top. I managed to save some money to get him a used one over Christmas and that was hard to do considering our budget. But, I did it and he was happy. It is a nothing fancy one and it works well enough to surf the internet and probably play minecraft which is his favorite thing to do right about now. In the process of trying to make space. I swear sometimes I think he thinks that the room is the size of a whole apartment, like my grandmother's old room in her old house but not hardly here. So, near the spot he wanted to move it was an old suitcase. I haven't used it in years. Who has money and time to travel, LOL so it was not just any suitcase, it is my only suitcase. It is old but it has wheels ad a broken handle. My son asked why did I still have it since in his mind it is not good for anything. I would agree if that certain piece of luggage that I have had for at least 8 years is something I keep for sort of sentimental reasons. See, that was the first suitcase that I had owned that had wheels and the only reason I have it is because in 2008 for 4 months we were homeless. He was too young to remember and to him it was an adventure of hotels. It is a long story on how we got that way but the good thing was that we had hotel money until we found a place so we weren't in any shelters or totally out in the street. That suitcase reminds me of those 4 months and how I never want to live out of suitcase again except if I am travelling to a beach in Hawaii sipping some tropical drinks with tiny umbrellas in them. So, I keep it around sitting in a corner in the room. There is really nothing of value in it. I think some papers that don't mean much from that time and some old toothbrushes. I really haven't cleaned it out since I sat it in the corner. Only to take our clothes out of it when we first moved into an apartment. But, I had put some coins on top of it. Just some loose change that amounted to about a dollar in pennies, dimes and a couple of quarters.
My son looked at me like, "Well are you going to move it out of the way or not?" and I looked back at him as if to read his mind and said to him that I was going to move it and I did move it. To the closet. Me and the closet are going to have to have an appointment to clean it soon, soon meaning one day this year. I hope.
So, I was doing some "new years" cleaning today. I try to unclutter and clean when I have someone here to watch my mom that way I can get more done and since it was my nephews day off that was his task for the day. Which is not rocket science just make sure she takes her meds, help her when she needs it and watch her shows with her and talk some chit chat when she wants to and cook breakfast, lunch, and dinner for her. Ok, it might not be rocket science but it is time consuming and some work but I figure that I need to clean and he needs to talk and spend time with his grandma so there you have it.
I started in my bedroom which might as well be called my son's room because both of our stuff in there. It is a hot mess. When we moved here it was just a little mess now adding years and people it has become a hot mess. The closet is not filled with clothes but lots of boxes. Boxes stacked on top of each other and near each other. I am guilty of that when I thought that we were going to move one year and that didn't happen and in hopes of moving sooner then later I just left them packed and two boxes turned into ten boxes and ten toys turned into twenty. So, there are tiny toys, bigger toys and medium toys that have migrated from place to place in this house. I thought that the days of me seeing toys all over went out the window when the toddler days were over but nope. My son is not the neatest person in the world. Sad to say he probably gets it from me since his dad is the ultimate neat freak. Everything in his room is in it place and he wouldn't be caught dead with a closet looking like mine. And probably go in convulsions if he ever saw mine.
So, my son said he wanted to move yet another thing in the room his computer desk and desk top. I managed to save some money to get him a used one over Christmas and that was hard to do considering our budget. But, I did it and he was happy. It is a nothing fancy one and it works well enough to surf the internet and probably play minecraft which is his favorite thing to do right about now. In the process of trying to make space. I swear sometimes I think he thinks that the room is the size of a whole apartment, like my grandmother's old room in her old house but not hardly here. So, near the spot he wanted to move it was an old suitcase. I haven't used it in years. Who has money and time to travel, LOL so it was not just any suitcase, it is my only suitcase. It is old but it has wheels ad a broken handle. My son asked why did I still have it since in his mind it is not good for anything. I would agree if that certain piece of luggage that I have had for at least 8 years is something I keep for sort of sentimental reasons. See, that was the first suitcase that I had owned that had wheels and the only reason I have it is because in 2008 for 4 months we were homeless. He was too young to remember and to him it was an adventure of hotels. It is a long story on how we got that way but the good thing was that we had hotel money until we found a place so we weren't in any shelters or totally out in the street. That suitcase reminds me of those 4 months and how I never want to live out of suitcase again except if I am travelling to a beach in Hawaii sipping some tropical drinks with tiny umbrellas in them. So, I keep it around sitting in a corner in the room. There is really nothing of value in it. I think some papers that don't mean much from that time and some old toothbrushes. I really haven't cleaned it out since I sat it in the corner. Only to take our clothes out of it when we first moved into an apartment. But, I had put some coins on top of it. Just some loose change that amounted to about a dollar in pennies, dimes and a couple of quarters.
My son looked at me like, "Well are you going to move it out of the way or not?" and I looked back at him as if to read his mind and said to him that I was going to move it and I did move it. To the closet. Me and the closet are going to have to have an appointment to clean it soon, soon meaning one day this year. I hope.
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