Damn, I’ve written a lot lately. Chalk it up to procrastination. Packing in my overheated apartment is absolutely no fun. It’s far better to sit in front of the fan, or sit in my air-conditioned office. The problem with not being busy is nothing gets done. When I have a million things to get done, I’m like a machine. When I have nothing to do but pack and enjoy my last few days here, I am a useless waste of space.

I have also acquired way too many books between thesis stuff and class materials, which I am hoping I can fit in the car. There is an odd balance of stuff that I took out here that’s not going back, because its going to my brother’s apartment, and stuff I’ve acquired here.

Also, I normally save EVERYTHING. Class notes, print outs of readings, etc. I have an entire filing box full of stuff from my undergrad; all my OCD notes, etc. But I am showing no mercy. I have probably gotten rid of several trees worth of print-outs. It’s kind of freeing. Like it took me about 18 months of thinking about it to even sort through all my undergrad garbage and file it. Now this stuff is gone and I never have to worry about it again. Which makes me think I should throw away all the boxes of stuff that are in my parent’s attic.

Plans for the rest of the week include going to the aquarium, because its free this week and they have penguins, meeting up with Adrienne for lunch, seeing some people on last time, and wishing good riddance to Hyde Park and U Chicago. This is new and different, as the end of anything usually brings on a giant bout of nostalgia, but I’m so done here. I can’t wait to drive away.