Boxes and boxes and boxes!

I just moved back from college a couple weeks ago. I have the bad habit of never unpacking suitcases when I get home from vacation - this also applies to unpacking boxes of dorm stuff.

In addition to me moving back home, my parents have been in the process of converting our "craft room" - right across the hall from my bedroom - into an office space so my dad can move from his work office to a home office. This moving process began before I got back, so where did all those miscellaneous bags and boxes end up? Yup, my room. Up until today, my floor had been crowded with four or five different stacks of boxes, as well as at least four garbage bags full of craft room items and even more small bags and boxes of papers and binders and notebooks. This is basically how my room looks, and this is basically how I feel every time I try to attack it.

But I've been gradually trying to get into the swing of unpacking. It's no fun. I'm an expert packer, if I do say so myself, but my packing skills far exceed my unpacking skills. I think it's because when you pack up, you're usually going somewhere exciting. And once you're unpacked, the adventure is officially over. It's really sort of depressing if you think about it.

Anyway, I think today I finally finished unpacking my college boxes. No, that doesn't mean the unpacked items are neatly put away. It's more like I've always lived in a messy room, so having general clutter all over the floor is less stressful than having large boxes towering up and trying their best to trip me while I walk around. Therefore the boxes have left but the junk has remained. But I'll sort that out eventually. Although I have the feeling a lot of it can go back in boxes for next year... Funny how that works, huh?