J and I are moving from our teeeeeniney little apartment into a super cute teeeeeeeeeeniney little house. (Important distinction: the super cute part). And we are moving on Saturday. Because we are so close to the move, today, I had to pack.
And, because the ladies in our church are made of winsauce, I did not have to pack alone!!! *cue the cheers and explosions of confetti and fanfare for the common man and other happy joyful celebratory celebrations*
We packed: books, DVDs, games (Wii and board), blankets, linens, towels, place mats, napkins, cooking utensils, plates, cups, mugs, glasses, pots, pans, tins, cupcake pans, clothes, shoes, coats, sweatshirts, vases, tea cups, candles, figurines, spices, and silverware. All in boxes. All packed up. All nice and neat....
But, here is how my living room now looks:
Almost everything that I own is now in a box. What's left, you ask? Electronic devices and food and picture frames and the random flotsam and jetsam that floats around houses until it gets swept up in a laundry basket and moved.
Oh, and furniture. The furniture isn't packed yet.