Weird Roomie

So I am moving in with my friend Connie. We have been besties since our middle school orchestra years. She has a house and I am going to rent a room.
Anywho, she has some other random chica living there. When my brother and I were moving in, we were welcomed to her, pants unzipped, rolling her "medication" on the kitchen table. Yikes. I will let you know how this plays out.

Packing

It was the worst of times, it was the worst of times at Clay Manner.
Pretty much, we have to pack and move and no one feels like doing it. No one! We just have so much stuff- things from my grandma's old house that we have been storing since she went into the home, stuff my brother didn't want to take to college, stuff we have not used in ages. Stuff, stuff, stuff! The fact that we only have until Monday to move has everyone fatigued and sluggish. It's a mess.
Then there is the feeling that none of us can shake, this feeling that we are tight roping and could fall at any second. I feel that I never felt this way before because my Grandma was my safety net...before she lost her mind.
So this weekend is going to be full of looking for the tape loading up the car and no, I am not excited.

Moving on Out

Due to a very unfortunate swirl of events, I am moving out of the house I live in with my family and moving in with my friend Connie. And I know that I should be excited. This is my first real adult world roomie! But on the same hand, I am totally scared. I will very much so miss my family. Their craziness is what keeps me...I'm not sure what it keeps me, but it is very much a big part of my life.
I am starting to detach from my room, which is painful, because you all should know by now how hard it is for me to detach from things. I'm not going to lie, I've cried about it. I have to start packing soon too. Man, if this was a scene on The Real World, I imagine that the background song would be "No Air" by Jordan Sparks and Chris Brown as I longingly look at my family from the front seat of the moving van.

Movin' On Out

Ugghh, the stresses of moving.
For about two weeks, I have literally been wading through all my belongings in my compact room, packing things in between naps and tossing things over my shoulder that I don't know where to put. Seriously, the only thing I can think of more stressful than moving out is moving in.
My fam is leaving our current abode to move into a smaller yet more chic house not too far from this one. But doing so has proven to be a MAJOR headache. For one, everyone is packing at different speeds and seemingly nothing is getting done. Two, it is truly exasperating looking at all of the things that I have accumulated in nearly three years since graduation.
For the most part, mostly everything I brought from college was in a trunk that was literally on its last wheel. I replaced it with an x-large storage tote and was saddened to see all the things I'd stuffed in the trunk: old stories and grad school applications, books that I was supposed to read in school, didn't, but that now look oddly interesting. Man, how time flys.
I don't know about you, but procrastination has been biting me in the rear since I was a toddler. Getting a look at all of the things I was supposed to do made me want to crawl into the storage container myself! There is so much I need to get done but now, so many years later and it being during the holidays and me being on my period, I really don't have the energy to do anything. Yet the New Year is on its way, and although I usually suck at resolutions, I have decided to kick the procrastination demon to the curb. I have got to pack, study for the GRE, study my driving manual, start my grad apps, and do a whole lot more that I can't think of right now. But the point is, I am mentally determined, if not physically so, to get some stuff done. And I shall, I shall...after I finish blogging and lay down for a minute.