This is not the first time I have addressed the state that my bedroom quite frequently finds itself in.
This time about ten years ago my bedroom was being revamped – the walls were painted red and white, I got a plush new carpet fitted and my parents raided IKEA finding matching furniture which brought the whole room together. I remember making the promise to my folks that I’d try and keep the place as clean and tidy as I could and vowed to tidy my room at least once a week. A decade on, it’s fair to say that didn’t last.
In find myself in quite a strange situation actually, because generally I’m quite a tidy person. I make the effort to ensure I always wash the dishes, clean the bathroom, Hoover and generally make sure the house looks presentable. So of course it’s just as confusing for me as it is for my parents when we came to the realisation that my tidying skills don’t necessarily stretch to cleaning my own room.
I’d like to make the point that I don’t actually live in a pig stye and my bedroom does generally look tidy to some degree. It makes me feel slightly better whenever I go to a friends house last minute, though, when I walk into their rooms and see theirs being just as messy as mine. However, I’d be lying if I said that mine was the best in a bad bunch. In fact, it’s the opposite. It’s getting to the stage where it’s almost embarrassing bring people round because it’s so messy. So, I’ve decided something needs to be done.
It’s no secret that I want to have my own flat in Glasgow within the next couple of years and, realistically speaking, I’ve come to terms with the fact I can’t live in a mess forever. The only way is tidy for me from now on. Gone are the days of being unclean – I want a flat and, right now, a room I can be proud of and its only I who can make that happen.