Is It Any Wonder?

As I take a break from the five minutes of packing that I've done today, one question keeps popping into my mind: is it any wonder...?

More often than not, it is "is it any wonder that my room is so dusty?" For every other question or thought that pops up, this one will return. For those that don't know, I live in the basement. I have lived in the basement for the past seven or eight years. A lot of times, it is rather cold, dark, and depressing down there, so I barely go down - unless the temperature is ridiculously hot. So not being in my basement much also means that I don't go in my room very often, unless I'm going to sleep or I need to grab something. Without going into my room much, things don't get moved around so often. And since I am such a lazy person, I don't clean up very much. But now that I am forced to "clean", everything I touch has a nice thin layer of dust on it. Is it any wonder that I wake up every morning with a chunk of crap stuck up my nose? Probably not.

And as I look through every inch, every corner, and every drawer, I'm finding a lot of the stuff that I had since we made the move into this house in Grade 8. The resurfacing of a lot of these toys and other stuff, it brings back a lot of memories of what I used to do. I'm probably laughing most of the time after I see some of these things. Seeing these things made me think: is it any wonder that I'm such a dork? Definitely not. Some of the stuff that has come up just makes me laugh and shake my head at the things that I used to do. All of the dorky, albeit very cool, things that I did are now just kind of sitting there - yes, I just called myself a very cool dork. I don't really want to throw anything out because of the crazy memories that I've stored in them, but if my mom chooses to do so, I won't mind too much. It's just to let you know that I won't be the one doing the tossing away of old toys.

With the resurgence of old things popping up in mind, comes my last wonder: is it any wonder that I'm moving out? I personally don't think so. In fact, I think that moving out is going to be good for me. Like I've mentioned many times, although it's hard, it's the right thing to do. The grown up and more mature side of me is looking at all these things that made my childhood, and even though I will proudly say that I've had one of the best childhoods of all time, it's time to move on. I know that, and don't even deny it, some people's reactions to some things that I've done, or still do, is "grow up!" There are still many sides of me that are very immature and childish. Don't get me wrong, I promote all ages of people to live with the heart of a child, but there are those things that are just part of your characteristics and they need to be changed. So, moving out will force me to look at life in a new way. It's kind of like being born again. When you're a child, everything is new, and the curiosity in you is just forever flowing, and it allows you to have a brand new and fresh perspective on just about everything. Therefore, my step of independence is going to see the biggest change in me since I got potty trained. Living with the heart of a child doesn't require you to pull cruel pranks on people, or whine about only getting one Jolly-Rancher, but it's crucial in helping people grow in their lives and staying fresh. If you ask me, this is definitely something worth revisiting sometimes, and I'd be glad to try to give anyone more insight on what it's like or how you can do it. Or, if you don't like talking to me, read "No Greater Love" by Mother Teresa.

Perhaps it's back to cleaning? Uhh, I mean packing.. I don't clean =D

And no, this isn't part two.