i hate moving. actually, let me rephrase: i hate packing when i have to move, deciding where stuff goes. in my OCD state, i find it incredibly stressful.
the room i'm moving into (for seven weeks, until our two-room flat becomes available) is tiny, but kind of cute. on the third floor of the worst building in college (stairs that smell of nasty food? check. bright orange kitchen cabinets? check. lots of pretty nasty shared bathrooms? check.), it has dark brown carpet but a very pretty window with lots of trees outside, a sloping ceiling and a tiny wardrobe. it's endearing, really. which doesn't mean i'm entirely happy about moving there (i'd much rather stay here, let me tell you!) but it's not as bad as i thought it would be. at least i'm right next to the bathroom and the loo (which is the next one over, so nope, i won't be hearing people peeing all night). in any case the plan is to sleep in m's room as much as possible, so that we can make use of the window ledge to make a double-ish bed.
this morning i was hyperventilating with the stress of having to finish preparing methodology things for my supervisor and pack; now, after putting into storage all of my winter clothing, i feel slightly better. i do have far too much stuff, far, far too much, but i'll cope. and at least m (and maybe other people?) are willing to help, so i don't have to carry mountains of books on my own.
the other thing that calmed me down was, of course, to write a list of what goes where. i'm a big fan of lists, especially because crossing stuff out gives me a huge sense of satisfaction.
that said, it's time to go have dinner and procrastinate a bit.
i'm also obsessed with sim city 4 at the moment, which is a bad thing... but that's for another entry.