As of February, I won’t be living in my house anymore. And because I have the biggest room, I’m properly moving out, into a smaller, sort of spare room. You’d think that since I have a month and a half, this wouldn’t be a stressful prospect. It is, though. It’s very stressful.
I’m writing this post from my bed, and if I look off the end I can only see boxes, that are waiting for wardrobe space. See, my brother is moving into the spare room temporarily while my friend stays here, but before his wardrobe stuff can go in there, that stuff needs to be cleared out, but that stuff doesn’t have anywhere to go because I don’t have any space in my wardrobe, because my stuff has to go in my brother’s room. Do you see the issue?? It’s like this endless circle, and there always seems to be a problem that’s stopping the next step. So, my tactic at the moment is putting everything into boxes, so that those boxes can be easily moved as soon as they can be.
This is where the next bit of stressful action comes in. My room, which I’ve had for five ish years, needs to be put in boxes. All of it. Are you stressed yet?? Wardrobe one is almost completely done, but there’s still a second wardrobe, a desk, and bookshelves to go. AHHHH. The most emotional thing was sorting through my memories box, a box full of all the things deemed worth keeping since birth. This includes a progress book from kindergarten, my first haircut, ultrasounds, art from primary school, etc. Yes, I cried. Yes, I messaged my wise internet friend so she could de-stress me. Yes, it finally clicked right then that I am an adult who actually has to move out and do my own thing and pay bills and all of that terrifying stuff. It’s a very emotional time I’m going through.
My desk is mostly sorted through, but in a similar circle problem, it doesn’t really have anywhere to go, because the computer is on the second desk. Eventually, these two are going to swap, but not yet! Then there’s three bookshelves, and I don’t know if I have room to move them into my new room. Hopefully two of them can be moved? I don’t know?? Some of the books have gone into one of these mysterious boxes, but then we come back to the storage problem, where the boxes don’t have anywhere to go.
Is this post interesting to anyone? Probably not. Basically, I’m trying to say that I am full of stress. This is just me ranting. Sorry…