In the process i've discovered that my room has a latent alter-ego, that of being a sanctuary for scores and scores and then some of dust bunnies. Be they feeding off the dust stirred up by the fan, breeding by the dozens in some dank corner, or hiding in some remote cranny; in trying to pack things up i've realized that they indeed do lurk everywhere. If i were asthmatic i predict that i'd have already been in hospital by now. And i wonder if standing by a bus stop downwind from a smoker would do less damage to my lungs than merely clearing my room. At the least, i've definitely sneezed more in the past 24 hours than i have than in the rest of the month.
The actual process of packing is a bit tricky too. Yest i cleared one desk of everything, since today it was bundled over to the new place. But then again, it was not so much clearing as taking all the mess that was on/in it and transferring it to another piece of furniture that has yet to be cleared. So if i continue this pattern throughout the moving process, chances are that by the time one piece of furniture is left, it will be precariously stacked sky-high with stuff, amounting to a stuff avalanche red-alert having to be called.
Making things worse is the fact that i tend to hoard, such that sometimes even the most useless junk is stil worth keeping in my eyes. This practice of mine has undoubtedly contributed to the mess that is my room today, and it looks like a pattern that is unlikely to be broken anytime soon...
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