Cleaning up my closet

Some version of this takes place at the end of every semester, but this one is of particular note, because I am moving out of boarding and probably Singapore for good. My room was in an understandable state of mess, given that I have not been there for about a month or so, but the troublesome part wasn't clearing the large loads of books, or clothing; those were easy enough. It was much more difficult sorting out the small things, deciding whether or not they are worht keeping, or whether, having faithfully served and braved the past four years with me, they are now to be consigned to the trashbin of the past.

I decided to throw away most of the stuff. Partly because it is really time to move on; partly because I am too lazy to carry the stuff back home. And also partly because it would have been too heavy to carry even if I weren't anyway.

It was amazing how fast the past few years have been. The stationery set from India by Mrs R just before I came over; I kept that. It was a reminder of times past.

The letter from you; I am sorry I lost it. I also lost my phone and with it whatever saved messages that had been in it. The emails have been archived and put out of sight, perhaps for sometime in the future when I can look back at all this and smile.

There were some files from my sec 3 days, I think it was IHS. It was a crappy subject, I was horrible at it. So I threw that away.

The worksheets in my room had probably cost at least a dozen trees and many a sleepless night for environmentalists. Those too, I threw. The programme is behind me now, I have little use for them.

My old com died too. With the chatlogs, documents. Small things I can't remember and probably will not miss. Not much anyway.

The book, I kept. I need to learn how to be idle in the coming months after all.

I also pruned my contact list sometime on the same day. It would save me a lot of mental disturbance. I thought I would feel horrible because that meant that that would be it. But I felt light after that. And unburdened. And now I no longer have to worry about having my mood spoiled because of you signing in.

Words are the only things that I find unnecessary to settle at this time. Everything I need to say I have said. If it makes you feel any better, I meant every word I have ever said.

But those too, I have thrown away.