Sorry it has taken me so long to update the blog, but I have been busy settling in and staying up late and going out. I would love to say that I have been working hard on unpacking and getting everything organized, but I have found it easier to go out and pretend all my stuff has magically put itself in drawers and gotten out of my way. It hasn't happened yet, but I'll let you know if the moving fairies have come and transformed my room into a livable habitat.
My apartment, I mean. I have thrown away so much stuff and if I was a little less discerning/picky I would probably be throwing away even more. My brother does, I don't. My dad throws anything away that isn't moving (too fast, at least) and my mother couldn't throw away a prescription bottle that was 15 years old. I err on the side of my father. So, do you have trouble throwing stuff away?
That's right. I'm back on the packing wagon! I have thrown out a bunch of trash and packed most of my books in my bedroom. I am feeling better about the whole move. It is still gonna suck, but a little less.
I am moving in 8 days. I have packed 1 box. Apparently, I am waiting for the moving fairies to come and get my sh*t together and move it for me. My anxiety is slowly rising, but I am just too lazy to move myself. Ugh. Pray for me. I'm going to need it.
