My roommate once told me that your room is a reflection of your mind and life. And as I sit in my room, writing this blog and texting friends, that quote couldn't be more true. 

My room is confused. 

Sometimes it's clean…everything is in it's proper place, nothing on the floor. It's just neat, organized, and perfect. 

But then it gets dirty. And when it gets dirty, it gets filthy. Papers, hats, and bottles destroy my desk. Shoes walk themselves onto every inch of my floor. Clothes leap from the laundry basket and the dresser drawers and join the shoes. It becomes a jungle. However, in this jungle, amongst the clutter, I know where almost everything is. 

That's my life- clear and dilapidated, organized and confused.

My life is a paradox and somehow, I manage......