Clean House

As I begin to see the light at the end of the tunnel where my spring cleaning is concerned, that is, at my apartment and my mom's house, it's becoming clear to me that an emotional and spiritual overhaul is very necessary as well.  As I come across old pictures, letters, and things that once meant the world to me but have since been lost and forgotten, the feeling associated with them are reemerging as well.  As I sit at my desk crying, thankful for 3.5 walls that separate me from my coworkers or my work family as I've come to know them, I realize that there is much work to be done.  Time to clean house.