Cleaning out my room after 21 years has been a bittersweet ride. Part of me laughs at myself, being so silly to keep things like my graduation program from Grade 6, while also enjoying the chance to relive the long-forgotten memories. Looking around my room now, I see a clutter of my stuff that I’ve adored and accumulated over the years. Being in my last year of university, it’s now or never to switch from my mickey mouse wallpaper to something .. I’m hoping a bit more sophisticated. Changing my room is a bit symbolic I think too.. moving from one stage to the next. Almost reaching the end of university, and I’ll be embarking on the next stage of life. But really, what’s next from this point? Going to University wasn’t something I absolutely knew I wanted to do, it was more like that’s what I knew I had to do. Wasn’t really much of a choice if I thought about it, I mean, really, at the age of 17, what can you really do? (My experience now with Impact and working with entrepreneurs tells me something completely different 
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I won’t lie, it was tough in the beginning to throw out/recycle/donate all of my things. Believe me, if I had the space for it, I would keep it all. Having to throw out literally hundreds of magazines collected from 10 years ago, but surprisingly it got easier and easier as I continued. I guess that’s due to insensitization.
As I bid farewell to my beloved things, all I can hope is that they will find themselves in the hands of someone that will love them just as much as I once had.
Arrivederci.
