Sun, Dec. 22
... Oops... I packed your present. Sorry!
I'm
finally getting somewhere with this whole packing mess. *sigh* I just hate the mess it makes. I know that once I move in, I'll have everything unpacked and put away in a day or two, but it's just the whole process of getting it there that's a pain.
I don't really have to pack clothes, though, because it's so close and I'm doing a "box-by-box" move, so I can just take a pile of clothes over every time I go. That's kinda nice--it cuts down on the number of boxes I actually need to pack.
I won't have nearly as much storage space--or as big a room--there, though, so I'm trying to consolidate everything as much as possible. I have a few Ikea things with drawers, so I'm trying to make the best use of those to hold odds and ends, cards, makeup, stuff that doesn't really have anywhere to go... that kind of thing. I'm sure it'll be all good, it's just a pain getting to that point.
Meh... I have a place to move into, I'm taking a load over today, I'll have good roommates, and I'm blessed, so I can't complain. I mean, I can, but it's not founded in anything.
I've been reading through some of my older entries from about a year ago lately. I doesn't seem like a year. I was reading some of the entries from last February or so, and realizing that it's been almost a year since I had that dream, or that realization, or that experience was weird. They seem so much closer than that--like they just happened a month or two ago.
Anyways, I have presents to wrap and a room to pack. And no, I won't get them mixed up. I hope. I have one shelf in my closet that's got everything that I'm giving away on it, so I can keep that stuff separate from everything else in my room.
So, I should get to that, because I'm taking a load over once Chelsea gets off work, and then I'm going to a party at Lana's with Laura, Katelyn, and Ruth.
One year ago today: It's kind of what I've been realizing lately... the other day I was talking about how the best kind of life is the kind that just comes. The kind where I'm not trying to "be completely dependent on God;" it's when I'm living from day to day, waking up for another morning, and taking a baby step towards God during that day, that my life is getting closer to God's. It's in the times when I'm not realizing what I'm doing that I think I make the most progress. That's something that just hit me the other day, and I hope I don't overanalyze it so much that I ruin the mystery of it.
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posted at 2:43 p.m.
