My mom is currently on the way down to DC to help me ship out the first of two loads of my stuff. In this past week I've slowly been getting stuff organized, though the next three hours will be extra busy for me as I get everything ready, and then tonight will be even busier.
Slowly but surely this past week, my walls have become whiter, the clutter everywhere is now less cluttered as items have fallen into organized boxes. The room is less "mine" now, and is losing it's hominess. It's all really depressing and it reminds me of how my bedroom in Norwalk was as I packed up everything I owned to come to college (I didn't have my own room to come back to, I took everything I had with me as my youngest brother moved in my bedroom). At first I was reluctant to leave my life was it was just so pathetic being around I didn't want to anymore. Not that I want to leave now but I don't want to be here specifically, anymore. Perhaps the un-cozification of my room is necessary for the easiest possible transition out of here.
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