hannah | Once belonged.

I've gone back to accruing negative space around where I sleep. My father's coming by in a couple of days to help with the last of the packing and the move itself; right now I'm doing the little jobs that'd take up more of that time. Almost everything's off the walls, the desk is almost cleared off too, I've thrown out almost all of my notes from the last two years of classes, and I'm going through and packing up most of the small items around the room. I really don't like it - all the blank space is getting to me. There's nothing for my eyes to focus on, and it's a tangible reminder I'll be out of here soon.

There's a lot of restlessness that comes with the waiting. I don't want to throw everything into a huge bag and leave it at the curb, but I'm going to try to get some things out of here soon so it'll just be a case of not having much around and pushing the feeling back to something like being in a hotel room. Most of the furniture should be out of here by Sunday morning. I'll get less for the desk than what I want, but any money for it will be welcome since it'll be one less thing to worry about in the future.

All the preparations for a smooth moving trip means there's a lot going on to keep me busy, which means it's hard to focus when I have a little breather. Of course, the bottle of green apple Lambic didn't help much, which means I'd better clear off my bed so I can sleep in it tonight.