Moving

May 06, 2007 16:32

Cleaning is productive procrastination, and what better time to clean than three days before moving out?

I stood staring at my gigantic red suitcase, my eyes flickering confusedly between its overflowing belly and the mountains of stuff that were still piled on my bed. How am I ever going to move everything out? Or, rather, how did I accumulate this?

I wish I could stay here forever; dismantling this precious collegial life is too hard to do. It will be a feat of engineering when I squeeze myself and my life through McCormick's skinny doors.

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