Okonomiyaki Aftermath

My refrigerator is filled with the remnants of last night's dinner- dried mochi, pickled ginger, octopus, cheese, tons of cabbage and dozens of eggs.  And atop it sit okonomikyai sauce, mayonnaise, flour, seaweed, tempura flakes, and more mochi.  My apartment is cleaner than ever, transformed to accommodate others, the rooms having been swept with their energy.  Different to wake up in the morning to it, to see it when I come home, to prepare it in new forms for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.  A self-instigated change that continues past its anticipated expiration.  We shape our environment and our environment shapes us.