The Joy of Cleaning

I know what you're thinking. Cleaning? Joy? What the fuck.

Well, I'm here to tell you: there is much joy from finding things you've completely forgotten you had; finding things you forgot you missed; finding something you were looking for and yelling 'SERENDIPITY!'; or, in some cases, finding exactly what you were looking for after a tiring three-day search.

What, you may ask, has made me so overly dramatic?

Let's start from the beginning shall we?

Last weekend I went over to my bestie's place. She showed me her newly cleaned room, her dinosohs, and best of all? Her Pokémon cards. She gave me a Pokémon poster before I left. It inspired me to find my own Pokémon card collection.

I slept restlessly that night, and for a couple others that week as well.

I decided to clean out my closet, to start my search of Pokémon cards. I was quite thorough; going through every box that dwelled behind the closet's sliding door. I found some things for charity; I found some things for the dumpster. I also found a Pikachu plush toy. Quite a cute one too. I also found a very small Togepi and an equally small Snubbull. I put each of these Pokémon toys to the side, and continued on the journey through my closet. A few hours later, I found another Pikachu toy; one that makes noise when you squeeze it. About the size of Togepi and Snubbull. I also eventually found a Pikachu keychain with 2000 written across its belly, and a Pikachu bouncy ball. The last thing I found that day was a NINTENDO bag, containing a Game Boy ADVANCE, and a Game Boy ADVANCE SP, along with the few game cartridges I had managed to purchase in the short time that I was preoccupied with the little contraption.

The best find of the day? My pokedex. From 1999. Original batteries. Still fucking works. They don't make toys like they used to anymore.

I did not find my Pokémon cards.

I was up, tossing and turning a bit during that night, but took comfort in my pokedex and my geekocity.

The next day, I woke up and walked into the master bedroom. I saw many of my books strewn around the room. Since I no longer have room on my bookshelf, the books I'd recently bought had taken residence where ever they happened to fall. I decided tidying up the master bedroom may help me on my journey to Pokemon cards. I did quite a good job of cleaning up, if I do say so myself. I reorganized things that were in dire need of reorganization.

I did not find my Pokémon cards.

That night, I was very restless. I continued to worry if I had perhaps sold them, accidentally, in the garage sale my family held several years back. Or perhaps I had left them in the garage when we moved? I went to school, a bit grudgingly, for I wanted to finish my seemingly endless search. I relaxed as soon as I saw my newest friend, who greeted me with a smile and a hug.

When I got home, I took a nap. It wasn't a very good one, because nightmares of me, selling my most favoured Pokémon cards for half a dollar haunted every crevice of my mind. I woke up and went into the smaller bedroom to look in the boxes under the bed. I searched every one; organized what I had found in every single one. When I was finished, nothing remained under the bed. What did that mean? It meant that the room that held the highest chance of possessing my Pokémon cards was now eliminated.

Depressed, but seemingly on a mission to finish what I started, I began to look through the boxes under the bed in the master bedroom. The first one - an old pair of swimming shoes. The second one - some very old paper work, a dirty plastic cup, and some paper bags. The third one?

The third box I opened automatically looked promising. After digging around a bit, I found an old hermit crab cage. Inside the opening at the top of the hermit crab cage, I saw . . .

My Pokémon cards!

The look of pure, childish joy on my teenage face was nothing compared to the feeling of relief, love, and yes, JOY that I held on the inside.

My parents' joy was short lived. I had cleaned half of the apartment looking for my Pokémon cards. But I had found my Pokémon cards. I no longer had incentive to clean.

And this, my friends, is my heartwarming story about cleaning, treasures, and ultimately; POKEMON.

Emi
Go find something you used to collect! It's worth it, and it brings back great memories!

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Wow, it's been a while since I've posted on here, hasn't it *sad face* I'll get back to it when things quiet down, I promise! And I'm sure no one cares. If, on the off chance anyone is reading this, shut up. I'm posting things thing for myself! Perhaps as a reminder to GET BACK TO BLOGGING.

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Anyway, it's dinner time now and my mom is going to kill me if I continue to be on the computer for much longer. Hopefully I'll post again soon but until then, best wishes!

Emi
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