moving on out

Have you ever asked yourself "why am I awake at 1:18am and why am I still eating cheesy potato chips even though I haven't been any kind of hungry for hours?!"  If you have, I can identify with you completely.  I am awake at 1:18am, eating cheesy potato chips because my mind is running at a speed too quick to reign in and I am fighting the urge to let stress hold a significant place in my day.

Yesterday I spent the day running, packing, working on my scrapbook and babysitting.  It was a great day until sometime shortly after the little girl I was babysitting was tucked into bed, when I realized that I had way more homework than I had set aside time for.   Because I was distracted by the overwhelming amount of tasks I had left unfinished such as responding to emails, coordinating a solid moving team and paying bills, I was a little too distracted to make a dent in my assigned reading while waiting for the family to come home and send me to accomplish what I needed to do!  I came home, spent a little over an hour sending emails and then went to bed remembering that I had received notice from the apartment complex that they needed to do a walk-through of my apartment the next day sometime between 9am and 4pm.  Although this may not sound like a very big deal, I was stressed by the broad time frame of the visit because it meant that when I woke up at 7am and grabbed my homework, I was surrendering my ability to shower without questioning whether or not the entire maintenance team was going to show up while I was indecent.  I ended up spending the entire morning (7 - 12) reading for class, didn't shower and then battled a bad attitude about school during my drive into campus.  All of that to say, it's only been a week, but it's been hard for me to be back in school.  Every semester I have to readjust to the rigor and demand that grad school encompasses at every turn and this semester is no exception.    

But, that aside, I have been busy for a a great purpose; I'm moving in a week!  Come the morning of July 22nd, I will be in possession of keys to a newly remodeled apartment in one of the cutest areas of St.Paul.  My excitement has fueled my packing, and my organized personality has allowed me to have this moving process significantly underway:     

packed, stacked and ready to go!  

 

I'm not all of the way done packing yet but tonight my friend Pushpa brought over a few more boxes to help the process along.

more boxes ready to be filled! 

These boxes contain so much potential that it's hard for me to actually execute a plan and just fill them.   I've thought about filling them with every possible remaining item in my apartment, I just have to make a decision and see it through.  Everything that isn't packed is either being used or has the potential to get used sometime in the next week, hence my indecision about the best plan for using these boxes.   It's in moments like these when I wish I didn't think things through as thoroughly as I do. 

The most enjoyable part of my summer needs to be packed up, or at least picked up because I have literally exploded my scrapbooking stuff all over our dinning nook.   Every time I try and clean it up I end up making another page.   Hey, Rome wasn't built in a day, right?!