Boxes, boxes everywhere!

I’m so (searching for the right word...) blessed (???) no one told me this whole moving out thing would be easy. Because it’s not. It’s very hard. Besides the whole packing-up-everything-you’ve-accumualted-including-TWO-rolling-pins thing, it’s a lot of hard work. All of my new dishes have to be washed and anything that my grandparents have handed down to me has to be cleaned even more thoroughly to eliminate the spiders that were alive in there at one point. *Shiver*

I am a very organized person. I need dates to make a timeline and everything has its place in my room. Organized chaos, perhaps, but nonetheless, I know where everything is. So, when I thought about moving out, I thought it would be quite simple: everything that you want to go in the bathroom put together in the “Bathroom” box and call it a day. Kitchen utensils? Box ‘em up and move on. Little did I know, I also had to have “Useless Crap That Has Sentimental Value” and “One Day You’ll Thank Me For Telling You To Keep It” boxes. Oh yes. Remember that scrapbook you made in Kindergarten? I can’t throw it out. Useless as it is, I have to keep it. Now before you go calling me a packrat, I just don’t want to part with it yet. Same goes for my Mickey Mouse stuffed animal. I have no idea where I’m going to put it when I get to my basement suite, but I have to bring it with me.

Well, I guess I will have to work on my obsessive compulsiveness for a week or so. My mom reminded me again today of how soon my move out date is approaching (just in case I forgot). Yeah, under one week. My bed is covered with dishes! Boxes are all over the living room! I’m only twenty! How the heck did I accumulate so much stuff? Did I mention the two rolling pins?