sometimes I look too deeply into things

My room has an odd quality about it - it seems it's impossible to clean. I've been at it for the last hour and a half, and the stuff is for the most part off the floor..but it doesn't seem clean to me.

When we moved, we just kind of threw my furniture into my room without bothering to find a place where it looks nice. So there is absolutely no rhyme or reason, nothing reflecting my personality - unless you count the clothes that regularly litter the floor.

I could take it symbolically if I wanted to - a transition stage in my life where just nothing seems comfortable no matter what I do. If dad gets elected we'll most likely be moving anyways. We're always waiting; waiting for the election to be called, waiting to move, waiting to go to England. And patience never has been my strong suit.

Until whatever happens happens, I'm stuck in a room that I can't stand. It's a bigger room than my last one, but somehow it seems cramped and stuffy. Here the walls are bare, I've got bars over the window, and my video game systems aren't even properly hooked up. Oh yes, the heating doesn't work either.

Maybe overcrowded and uncomfortable is a reflection of myself. I always seem to have too much on my plate. I'm always over working myself, stretching myself thin. Like I said, my room seems to reflect this stage in my life perfectly.

I'm excited to go to England not because I'm leaving Canada (although that is part of it). I'm looking forward to ending this part of my life. The part where dad's campaigning, the part where I don't belong anywhere or with anyone. I'm getting away from everything that is Richmond, everything that is work. I'm going to stop working towards something, and I'm just going to have fun and enjoy life.

And that, friends, is the symbolism of my room.