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Ew. We’re currently in the middle of renovations at my house. Actually, we’ve been in the middle of renovations for the last 20-odd years, because my father does them all by himself, and let’s just say the man likes to pace himself. But at the moment they’re centred in my room, which means I have to sleep on various siblings’ floors, be yelled at for snoring, try to find where the hell my clothes are in amongst all my shit that’s been shoved in random places about the house, and be left with sporadic Internet time because there’s frequently no power or nowhere to plug Max (my laptop) in. We’re about 2 or 3 weeks into this, and Dad’s still only half done – I think I may cry.
But yeesh, do I have some shit – I’m a packrat like my mother and the amount that I’ve managed to accumulate in my 23 short years on the planet is staggering. It’s currently taking up the entirety of what used to be my sister Amelia’s room. Plus I’ve purchased about $500 worth of Xmas shit this year already (decorations, garlands, displays, musical toys, etc), and have nowhere to put it! Waaaaahh.
Luckily, when my room’s finished I shall have a new walk-in wardrobe (that’s a closet to my American friends) that extends out over the top of my doorway, so I can climb up a ladder and store shit up there (we have giant-ass 10.5 foot ceilings, so now all that wasted space is being put to use), as well as big floor-to-ceiling bookshelves covering another wall (I’m gonna have a ladder that slides from one end to the other! Like an old-fashioned library! Suh-weeeet). So all that shit will have somewhere to go. Ooh, and I also bought myself a double bed – I’ve been sleeping in the same tiny single bed I’ve had since I was fucking 8, and I thought, ‘Well, I’m gonna have some extra floor space now, and I’m a grown-up, so goddammit, I’m getting a grown-up bed!’ Heh.
I’ll have to post pics when it’s all finished – that’s if I manage to get through the renovations. Ugh. Major disruptions to the household do not much for familial relations, let me tell you. Tensions are kinda high…
But yeesh, do I have some shit – I’m a packrat like my mother and the amount that I’ve managed to accumulate in my 23 short years on the planet is staggering. It’s currently taking up the entirety of what used to be my sister Amelia’s room. Plus I’ve purchased about $500 worth of Xmas shit this year already (decorations, garlands, displays, musical toys, etc), and have nowhere to put it! Waaaaahh.
Luckily, when my room’s finished I shall have a new walk-in wardrobe (that’s a closet to my American friends) that extends out over the top of my doorway, so I can climb up a ladder and store shit up there (we have giant-ass 10.5 foot ceilings, so now all that wasted space is being put to use), as well as big floor-to-ceiling bookshelves covering another wall (I’m gonna have a ladder that slides from one end to the other! Like an old-fashioned library! Suh-weeeet). So all that shit will have somewhere to go. Ooh, and I also bought myself a double bed – I’ve been sleeping in the same tiny single bed I’ve had since I was fucking 8, and I thought, ‘Well, I’m gonna have some extra floor space now, and I’m a grown-up, so goddammit, I’m getting a grown-up bed!’ Heh.
I’ll have to post pics when it’s all finished – that’s if I manage to get through the renovations. Ugh. Major disruptions to the household do not much for familial relations, let me tell you. Tensions are kinda high…
