So, as I've mentioned, I'm moving. This weekend, supposedly. But you'd seriously never guess that by the looks of my apartment. Aside from thinking a little bit about what I'd like to keep (my dresser, mostly clothes) and what I'll be throwing away (my bed, my desk, the sad excuse for a bookshelf that my crappy TV rests on, my crappy TV) I haven't actually made much progress towards actually being prepared to move.

Which might be a problem.

The problem is, I don't really have a very hard deadline coming up. In the past when I've moved, someone was driving a few hundred miles to pick me up and couldn't just wait around while I finished taping up some boxes and scrubbing out the tub. Or, our lease was up and someone from the management company would be coming by to inspect. Or, I had a flight to catch. Whatever. But this time around, I'm only going a few blocks. I don't actually have a lease per se, just a general understanding with my landlord. And the "understanding" part of that might be a bit questionable, since I don't always understand everything he says and I'm not sure he understands everything we say, and it's actually quite unclear to me exactly when he thinks we're moving out. So. I feel like I have a bit of wiggle room there.

But despite being "only a few blocks", the distance is considerable enough that I really ought to get around to renting a U-Haul and packing up my stuff. Because there is, actually, a limited amount of time I'll have assistance with the moving and I should probably do my best to make the most of that assistance. But...

I don't know, I've always been like this. I know it's silly because what I'm living in at the moment is so messy and disheveled it's a lot like living in squalor, but it's still not the same empty, sad feeling I get from coming home to a place with no pictures on the wall, no books on the shelves, no random do-dahs cluttering the dresser. Living in a half-packed world just feels weird. Like standing half on a platform, half on a train, it's awkward and not advisable for any length of time. And so, I haven't really made any effort to pack. But I really should.

Tonight, my mission is to weed out the clothing collection and actually cart some of the stuff off to Goodwill. In the past year, a decent portion of my closet has become far too big for me (or, more accurately, I've become too small for the clothes) so there's a lot to toss. Which is good -- it'll mean lighter moving. And it's a freeing feeling, getting rid of things that weigh you down (especially if they are your "fat jeans" that are now too huge). But ugh, it's also a pain.

Somebody want to snap their fingers and finish this for me?