Packing blues
I hate that point in packing where you begin to reduce the importance of everything in your life to how much room it will take up. I hate boxes and tape and cleaning things for other people. I clean my house for me, that is until I move. Then I have to clean for people I will never meet. I generally begin with the chaos theory of packing--starting each day wherever I want to--and then when I realize that I really have to do this thing I go room by room packing.
I am leaving Saturday morning and I have packed everything but my clothes and my bathroom. That being said, I still have to move it all out of my apartment and into the apartment of a friend of mine. WAY cheaper than a storage room, but I am also a little worried about how much space I am taking up in her apartment.
She's not in the apartment all summer and will be moving as soon as she gets back from summer stock, but still, I don't want her to walk in and see the GIGANTIC pile of my belongings and get pissed. She is doing me a favor after all.
All of that aside, I am SO ready to get out of Chambana this year. I thought I needed a break last year, but I REALLY, REALLY need a break this year. I know, summer stock is hardly a break, but it is away from all the bullshit here.
Well, that's all from Illinois, I think. I will try to be a little more faithful to the good ol' journal in Kansas. Hopefully, I will have a little more breathing room there.
I am leaving Saturday morning and I have packed everything but my clothes and my bathroom. That being said, I still have to move it all out of my apartment and into the apartment of a friend of mine. WAY cheaper than a storage room, but I am also a little worried about how much space I am taking up in her apartment.
She's not in the apartment all summer and will be moving as soon as she gets back from summer stock, but still, I don't want her to walk in and see the GIGANTIC pile of my belongings and get pissed. She is doing me a favor after all.
All of that aside, I am SO ready to get out of Chambana this year. I thought I needed a break last year, but I REALLY, REALLY need a break this year. I know, summer stock is hardly a break, but it is away from all the bullshit here.
Well, that's all from Illinois, I think. I will try to be a little more faithful to the good ol' journal in Kansas. Hopefully, I will have a little more breathing room there.