the moving has begun (started back at 5:30 or so), and ended for the day (about two hours ago prior to a very smashing phone conversation), and it’s pretty well underway at least. tomorrow will be the motherload. moving stereos and dishes and the large purple plastic hand chair — sound like fun? well then you come do it, because i’m tired of it already.

i think the saddest part is the taking down of the posters. i have a healthy number of posters and decorative things, and the time between taking them down and actually leaving is always a very sad time. because during that time, all the things that made this feel like my place, like home, are not visible. they’re in little tubes or boxes. it’s during this time that i realize that this place i’m in was just a temporary hold that i’d been stuck in for whatever number of months before i get moved on to the next hole. but then i get to fix up that hole to look like home and at least then i can have some peace of mind. for tonight though, it’s sleeping in a room of oppressive blankness countered by an stranger brightness from having so much white wall exposed.

i’m sleepy.