Returning home, while having loose Swedish furniture pelt my shoulders due to the construction on my street, I carried my new furniture and clothes up to my room only to find how filthy my room was. My eyelids jumped in shock, as I started to pick up my clothes and place my books aside to have them placed on the new bookshelf. Sadly, I was far from building my furniture for I had to transform my sea of papers into a neat stack. As I did so, I took the time to observe the papers laying on the floor and the miscellaneous wrappers as well. I regretfully reminisced to the day before when I had made this mess to find my insurance forms.
As time poured into the drain, the infinite quantum of sheets and wrappers allowed me to run across a few memories. The guitar tabulates of Stairway to Heaven reminded me when my friend Allen and I attempted to master the song. The A- final essay I wrote Freshman year reminded me how proud I was in that moment. I also found a Snickers wrapper when a few of my buddies and I slept over and snuck out to 7-11 to get it. After holding it for a few seconds, I realized how nasty it was that it was preserved with a bunch of papers and threw it away immediately. Copious stacks were made, excluding the wrappers, and every single one was stacked in categories of School, Music, and Artwork. I kept imagining my earlier years and how I wanted to go back in time to endure the bliss of my achievements, and failures weirdly. I then imagined how it'd be like reminiscing at an older age, which began to sadden me. Then my thoughts expanded into thinking how I would think back in college or when I'm married. In an instance, I omitted these thoughts after seeing that an hour had passed and it was time to assemble the furniture. After cleaning up the mess I'd made, I felt terrific, just as if I'd finished my homework. In other words, I was heavily alleviated to know my room was sort of clean and now my mom won't nag at me anymore.
Now, going to the clothes and furniture. The clothes I hang in my closet in an instance. All you have to know about the furniture is that I cut myself on the corner of a shelf and I had developed a callus on the side of my finger, due to the cheap Allen wrench IKEA had provided me with to screw in the bolts.
As I slowly placed the stacks of paper onto the new table and bookshelves, I came back to reminiscing about my memories and how precious they are. These are some of the things that will matter to you more than anyone else, and taking the time to look back on all these things, I realized I had a legacy to leave behind. The more I make to myself, the more I can reminisce and learn from my achievements and failures.
After that, I went to bed.
Therefore, The papers I stacked are organized so I can go back to it whenever I can, and I believe that's the way our memories should be, like an IKEA warehouse, which by the way is a horrible metaphor and so I apologize.
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