1) I have far too much crap.
Seriously. In first year I could fit all my many belongings into two boxes, a sports bag and a laundry basket. Now it takes six boxes at least. Is this just girls? Or do guys have this much random junk too? Not only did it take me close on three hours to unpack, BUT it feels like I can't actually throw any of this away. Am I hoarder...?
2) Unpacking is dangerous to one's health
Being the agile ninja that I am, I decided to clamber up onto my desk to pin up my pictures. Then I stepped nimbly off the desk onto my chair to admire my handiwork. The problem? The chair turned out to be about 6cm to the left of where I expected it to be. The result? I bailed backwards off the desk, yanking the chair down with me, and am now limping.
However, I'm not alone in packing-related injuries. A friend just told me that she managed to drag her wheeled bag over her toes and is also presumably limping slightly. The guy who gallantly helped me carry my boxes from the box room managed to scrape his knee when putting one of the heavier boxes down. Summary? Boxing is dangerous.
3) Keep a guy around.
They're loud and testosterone-y, but they're handy to have around when it comes to getting your shit out of the box rooms. Especially when your boxes are right at the bottom of the pile, and someone has placed massive bags filled with books on top of them.
4) Move into digs.
No unpacking or re-packing necessary; once you're in, you're in until you leave. Boxing is the one part of res I'm really NOT going to miss.
And so, three gruelling hours later, my room once more looks like my room with its various knick knacks and photos, and not like a seedy motel room with suspiciously stained duvet covers (there was a rather odd, sticky-looking mark on the res duvet cover when I took it off the bed. I chose not to examine it more closely). Perhaps I have a lot of unnecessary crap, but at least once it's all back in its proper place I begin to feel like I'm finally home :)
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