Packing

I took the pictures off the wall today, and suddenly the place looks empty. Previously it just looked like a bomb went off inside.

My allergies are going crazy with all the dust I'm stirring up. It kind of reminds me of, oh crap, Chicago. The one thing I've successfully repressed about Chicago is how for about 9 or 10 months out of the year, I can't breathe at all for the multitudes of dust bunnies scurrying around the hardwood floors. Our carpet here may be dirty and cat-puke-stained, but at least it keeps the dust out of the air.

I feel pretty unstressed about everything, though. I started packing a month and a half ago, and though Tim would occasionally ask me for something right after I packed it, it was a good idea to start that early. I could pack a few boxes each night and not knock myself out. Now I'm down to deciding which clothing I can use to pad fragile items, and which to leave for 5 more days of work, a weekend of packing, and what to put in a suitcase to have handy when I arrive, and deciding what I can live without for the last week in Alabama and the first week in Chicago.

Everything is ready! The last detail I had been fretting over (not hearing from the landlady on if she got our lease and worrying the apartment had fallen through) has been resolved.

I don't want to jinx it, but I am basking in the utter lack of stress.