Everything I own that isn't too big to fit into a "soft loft" is packed away in a U-Haul trailer. I'm typing this on an old, half-broken laptop I've kept myself from getting rid of twice now, because one never knows when he'll need a computer so bad he'll settle for one where 30% of the screen doesn't even work.
Tomorrow morning I leave. The big move. To Chicago.
People keep asking if I'm nervous or excited, but the answer is that except for when people ask that question, I'm trying very hard not to think about how I feel, let alone feel anything. For the last few weeks I've had to distract myself with TV shows and movies constantly to keep my brain spinning. If I stop thinking about other stuff, I'll end up thinking about the fact that I'm moving to Chicago tomorrow. Like a shark, if I stop swimming I die.
It's gotten worse lately. I've found that only a few shows are both light and soothing enough to distract me from reality, so I've been watching Community and The Big Bang Theory almost non-stop for the past 3 days. Of course, the things I would watch them on are all packed away, so tonight is going to be a bear. I'll see what distractions Hulu can provide.
My room looks weird without a bed in it.
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