Moving

My room is freezing. It's empty. Well, almost. My shelves are packed... my bookshelves... and my nightstand... and pictures and candles and little things.... and well... I guess that's it. But, it seems empty. Little things make me feel good and now there are just big brown boxes and plastic containers. Oh, and journals. It's exciting to be able to pack everything. I'm more excited than I thought I would be! But, after I finished off box #14 (they're small) I realized that I wasn't going to be unpacking anything back on my shelves. I will have new shelves and a new room with new paint. It's good. A little scary... seeing as my room is the only one I've known. A lot has happened in that room. I remember spilling mint chocolate chip ice cream in the corner when I was little and not telling my parents because I thought I would be in trouble. I put a trash can over it. They found out. Anyways, I've done a lot of monumental things in that room; things that are more important than spilled ice cream. But, it's going to be a new phase for me... this moving thing. And maybe someday soon I will really be able to move out... not just move elsewhere. Oh, patience is a virtue. Well, life has been changing and I'm going with the flow. There isn't any other way for me to go :D