Home at Last.

I have spent the last week at Aly's, saving on gas and therefor time and money.  But the gas crisis seems to finally be coming to an end.  Now I am at home, and feeling the stress of moving at the end of December.  

I got home to a nice-renew-lease letter and it made me cringe.  I hate packing, I hate moving.  I hate when I have to put my entire life in a box.  And the hatred is born from the fact that my life does not fit into a box, or even a single room.  I am moving home, which I am fine with, and I get one room.  One room that is already full of furniture.  All of my stuff is going into the barn.  

UGH!

I know that mom would let me put my stuff in my room, but then I would just have to move it all again when I go to grad school, so that would not be worth it.  It would not be worth all the moving.  

So I will be having a packing party soon.  I know that the only way to make all of my tension decrease is to start now.  I am moving my studio first since my only, and last, studio class is printmaking, which I have to do on campus.

So my boxes are going to be used a lot in the next few months.  I am going to be weeding things out and downsizing to a more manageable life.