Posted my spn_hetexchange
fic last night. Am so very proud of myself for doing so.
I move on Saturday and I have packed exactly one-and-three-quarters-boxes. But today I realized I actually need to be done packing by lunchtime Thursday because Katie and I are probably going out to the rescue again. Also we're going out for someone else's going away party Wednesday night. And Monday is over. So I have one and a half days to pack my life away.
Pack = garbage, for most of it, it turns out. I am taking all my books and dvds, one hockey bag of clothes and then 5 other boxes. And that's it. I can;t fit anything else in my tiny apartment. The boxes have already been designated -- bathroom, kitchen, McLovin's things, school things, important-to-my-heart-things. Anything that doesn't fit in those categories (and their single, corresponding boxes) gets tossed.
And man, I have a lot of things. Bye things, it was nice knowing you. The packrat in me feels a little twinge when I get rid of things, but for the most part I am feeling okay. It also doesn't hurt that I am in absolute-panic mode because I'm worried the mover will show up with the truck on Saturday morning and I'll be all 'durrrrr, not ready'. And then the mover will hit me with a belt because the mover is my mama and she's been ragging on me to pack for
I also got hydro and internet set up in the new place. Hydro should be on already, but internet doesn't get set up until the 30th. My first day in the new place, new town, new everything living on my own for the very first time and I will be without my safety net, the internet. I guess I'll use that day to wander around town and look at things? I don't know, it's a town of like, 4500 people. What is there to even look at? The lake, I guess.
Saturday -- move in.
Sunday -- look at the lake.
Every other day for the next three years -- look at the lake.
GOOD PLAN GUYS.
Okay, so I'm only MOSTLY freaking out.