It’s been seven months since I moved in to mum’s house, and while WauloK made the living-room and dining-room presentable and liveable while I was in my totally depressive state where I couldn’t function (thank you!), I’ve been totally slack.
The biggest issue as far as I was concerned was my bedroom, which is the master bedroom in the house, and used to be mum’s room.
When I moved in here, I grabbed a bunch of boxes of my stuff, threw them in to the room, and aside from hanging a couple of shirts in the closet that’s been that for the last seven months.
I’ve wanted to get stuck in to things for a long time, but every time I looked at her clothes, things didn’t go so well.
Adam came over last night and helped with that. I held the garbage bags open while he put her clothes in. It made the whole job a lot easier, and because he lost his mum only a couple of years ago, he knows how painful the cleaning process can be.
The end result of the cleaning is that the room is almost spotless, just two little corners of clutter, and the rest of the room is now, for lack of better words “mine”.
From here I’m looking for a charity.
I’m not interested in Saint Vincent’s or The Salvation Army, as they take donations then sell things to the public.
What I’m looking for is a charity that will take mum’s clothes, and give them free of charge to women that need them.
The only idea that I’ve come up with so far is a women’s shelter, but being a guy, I would imagine that I can’t just walk in there and drop them off.
After only five hours sleep, I woke just after 9am, and took a look around the room.
I think this is a turning point in my life. I once again have my own space, my comfort zone, and I’m currently working on setting up an office, not that I imagine I’d use it too much, as I live on a laptop so I have little need to be chained to any one location.