Whoa- I can hardly recognize my room.
For years I've had piles of old crap- school papers, valentines, broken plastic toys, the works- piling up and taking up tons of space in my already cramped room. Most of the things in these piles either aren't mine, or are never useful but can't be thrown out, which is why they've lasted so many years.
Today, Dad and I cleaned for hours upon hours, mercilessly throwing out years of childhood memories. :D
We also moved the bookshelf of mine- with it's rather fine collection of books, if I may say so myself- over from the feet of my bed to my head, where I can use it for storage and easily access my books. It was also I great time to re-organize and discard books and crap I didn't want on its shelves to other places or the trash.
Soon we're planning on raising my bed up higher. Right now it's just like a bunk bed- but without the bottom bunk. Right now it stands 4 feet off the ground, and we're going to raise it to 6 feet, and I'll be able to move my chair, computer desk and more under there, effectively doubling my usable room! The only (daunting) task ahead is cleaning up the underside of the bed, which at one point I had totally cleaned up, save for a few things such as a printer my dad threw in my room and a foam pad of theirs. Soon it was back to the disrepair it's in now, and now it needs to be cleaned again.
...Another day.
UPDATE: Wow. Once again, we've done the impossible. In only a few hours, my parents and I not only totally cleaned up the underside of the bed, which is now EMPTY, but we also vacuumed, organized my closet... wow.
NEW UPDATE: My bed is now totally finished, and sits a full 6 feet off the ground (previous 4)!
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