Wednesday, April 2, 2003

Here’s the latest on my moving out:

I’m currently in the process of buying furniture and moving all my stuff into the new apartment. Last Saturday, I bought a beautiful little table, a nice set of china, a microwave, kitchen utensils, supplies, and all that miscellany. I’m sure I’ve missed a few things, but I think I have what I need.

I don’t have any bookshelves yet. Bookshelves are important. Based on a rough estimate, I figure I own at least 600 books. If they were all put on one long bookshelf, that bookshelf would be about fifty feet long.

So, Tuesday night, my Dad and I tossed a few boxes of books into the truck and headed over to Wal-Mart to buy a set of bookshelves we’d seen last week. And, incredibly, they didn’t have any bookshelves. Oh, they had several on display, but no actual boxes of bookshelves to buy. Arg. I’ll have to call them over the next few days to see how many they have in stock.

By this Saturday, I should have moved about half of my stuff. I’m hoping to move the rest of it on Saturday, with the gracious help of my parents.

I feel very weird about it, though. It’s not that I don’t want to leave, exactly, and it’s not that I really want to leave. I feel conflicted, but not about anything in particular. I think I’m just resisting change.

Not that I’ll let that stop me.