My room is in a state.
I say this every year, but I'll say it again - I hate packing. I might hate it more than finals. Although packing at least requires minimal mental exertion. It's just a pain in the ass.
It was a nice morning, though; I remember, once in a while, why it is that most people like sleep and why I on occasion enjoy it very much as well. My phone rang at 7:20 - my father, who clearly was under the deluded impression that I would *ever* be up that early - and after I'd checked the message (as I am not able to wake up in the span of a mere four rings) I looked up at the fuzzy ceiling and let myself float. My bed was warm, my window open, cool morning air drifting deliciously in. I did not have to get up; I did not have to sleep. Noisy greenhouse construction had not yet begun. I did not have to pee. It was a lovely stretch of timelessness. Then I fell asleep.
Showered, am clean, am rested, it's a beautiful beautiful day. Bought boxes at JMG. Have tried to pack. It's so overwhelming, and I always remember why I swear every year to bring *nothing* next fall. And the sad thing is that this year I brought very little, it's just that somehow all of my belongings decided to mate and produce offspring when I wasn't looking.
Damn them.
I don't want to think about what I'm going to do with all of this stuff once I'm at my mother's tiny tiny home. We have no storage space. This could be a problem, I'm thinking.
I say this every year, but I'll say it again - I hate packing. I might hate it more than finals. Although packing at least requires minimal mental exertion. It's just a pain in the ass.
It was a nice morning, though; I remember, once in a while, why it is that most people like sleep and why I on occasion enjoy it very much as well. My phone rang at 7:20 - my father, who clearly was under the deluded impression that I would *ever* be up that early - and after I'd checked the message (as I am not able to wake up in the span of a mere four rings) I looked up at the fuzzy ceiling and let myself float. My bed was warm, my window open, cool morning air drifting deliciously in. I did not have to get up; I did not have to sleep. Noisy greenhouse construction had not yet begun. I did not have to pee. It was a lovely stretch of timelessness. Then I fell asleep.
Showered, am clean, am rested, it's a beautiful beautiful day. Bought boxes at JMG. Have tried to pack. It's so overwhelming, and I always remember why I swear every year to bring *nothing* next fall. And the sad thing is that this year I brought very little, it's just that somehow all of my belongings decided to mate and produce offspring when I wasn't looking.
Damn them.
I don't want to think about what I'm going to do with all of this stuff once I'm at my mother's tiny tiny home. We have no storage space. This could be a problem, I'm thinking.
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