I’m currently in the process of ridding my room of decorations or knick knacks that reminds me of life before college. This is not an act of bitterness or even embarrassment; it’s just time to move on. Time to finally have a place to put my college things whenever I come home.

Gone is the huge magazine collage and old, unframed photographs that adorned my walls and mirror. I’ll still keep the crush frame, the one that houses a magazine photo of every long term celebrity crush I’ve had since the 9th grade. Hanging it up will be weird though because now it can’t blend in with the other clippings. Instead it will stick out against the plain pink walls.

I also took down everything that was on my bulletin board. Stuff that has been there since 7th or 8th grade. Everything significant will go in the box I keep all my important stuff in so that when I move out one day, I’ll have visual reminders of all the times I’ve had living here. I may even put together a scrapbook. Not a fancy kind, but just a large photo album that I can flip through with ease.

The goal is to have a clean working space. I want to do so much this summer and the majority of it involves a computer, the ability to write down notes, and tack up items.

I’m nearing 20. I’m done with my sophomore year of college and if I don’t do something, I have a strong feeling I’ll end up no where. My inner therapist says maybe that’s why I want to get rid of the past life stuff. So I’m not constantly reminded of how much potential I used to think I have. Every other part of me thinks that’s bullshit. My life has barely started and I’ve always considered myself a late bloomer in most ways. Things will work out.

Somehow.