Possibilities

Thirty five hours and counting until I move.

I keep finding new things to pack, or get rid of, or clean, which is pretty amazing when you consider I've been doing this for over a month now.

I have been a little apprehensive about the new apartment, but now that I am cramped between the packed and stacked boxes and bags, I am rather more anxious to just get it over with.

I looked at the picture of the new place for the first time in weeks tonight. Funny, how in the beginning I looked several times a day. Usually I would have taken my scaled rooms and placed my scaled furniture in it, but it doesn't seem to fit right, so I'm letting that go for now.

Maybe that will be the really fun part - looking for "new" furniture and not just new arrangements.

I do love reinventing my image of myself.