They're shoved into an upstairs room, in the corner. I found my old iPod, among other things.
It was the first iPod I ever got. I paid a ridiculous amount for it in college, and now it looks ancient.
The thing is, it still works!
I spent this evening listening to tunes and re-arranging my house.
Things are looking up. My house is starting to look like a home.
Sometimes I have to stop myself and tell myself, silently, that I have an anxiety disorder.
It's okay if there's dust in my house. It's okay if I'm a little late once in a while.
The world will not end if things don't go my way.
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