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Ok, so we're officially into week 3 of moving in. I know I got my house at the end of march and there was at least the painting to be done, but well, it's been taking awhile. Thankfully, I've now gotten everything fixed and am completely focused on moving what boxes I do have packed into the new place.

It's already got curtains and the paint looks awesome! So now with the bit by bit that we're moving with it's starting to shape up. Right now we don't have any real big furnature, but we do have bar stools, and James had set up his futon in one of the rooms. So it's coming together. Plus I spent yesterday just getting some of my unneeded clothing shipped over and unpacked. I really need a dresser or something for them (at least the ones that didn't make it to the closet.

And today I started boxing up some of my many in mountain books that I have in my room. Thankfully I'll have enough space to leave some downstairs in my living room and then a select group (which comes to about 50 or more give or take) that will make it to the library/office. Might really need to consider taking up more of my books on an e-reader. But that's just not the same- there's no magic in flipping an e-page.

Anyway, along the way I managed to clear out stuff from under my bed and now I have added to the pile in front of my dresser titled- to get rid of. I seriously had no idea that I had that much crap to lose. Not to mention the 3+ bags of garbage that ended up leaving my room during the span of my moving process. Seriously, why was I holding on to recipts that dated back to my first job? I must be losing my mind. But I promise that I'm not going to do this in my new place- I just don't need it.

So now, this weekend we will be doing some heavy lifting to get the rest of the big stuff up and out. We have a new fridge (well, my parents' gave us the old one) and a new washer and dryer that need to make the trip on top of the beds and other things that we are moving. The small stuff though- we can handle, I mean it will make it that much easier for everyone.

Trash bags removed- 3
Headaches- not yet
stress level- a 4, I haven't gone to work yet.

Influential Disaster

I'm on a beach celebrating something, but I keep watching the shore. The waves look so strange, rolling and moving oddly. It takes me a short time to realize what's wrong and yell "Run!" By this time everyone else is running away from the shore. My youngest sister and I enter a building as water is already rushing around our ankles. I know we can't make it any higher without getting caught. I grab a metal rail and hug my sister close looking for something to help anchor us- just telling her to hold on as the waves engulf us. I remember taking a big breath and then nothing. Shortly after that we were both coughing up water and pulling dead leaves, twigs, and I think bugs from our hair. There was no euphoria of living, only confusion about what had just happened.

Old haunts?

I just woke up from this really weird experiance. What I remember was resting after doing stuff for my new place in the basement of what is now my parents home. Meg was on the couch flipping channels on the tv and I was dozing. I was napping in such a way that I knew I wasn't completely following what was going on with the tv but I was imagining what the cartoons looked like. At one point I got up and out of the chair and went upstairs- from there it looked like the old house. Mom was putting stuff away in the kitchen and I ended up poking around there. I noticed some doughnuts on the counter and then recalled seeing some along the staircase sort of like they were being marched up the steps one on each of the 3 steps before the wall blocks my view of the stairwell and I was afraid of our dog eatting them because some had chocolate frosting. From there I went into Bud's old room that looked like a sister was using it- more doughnuts (well, they looked like twists) that were on a stand near the wall that butted up against the bathroom. I backed out of the room and entered my old room (the one on the main floor before we moved) and I was putting something in there. Quickly I had this force pressure pushing me back on my face and whole body. I kept telling myself I will not fear, fear is a mind killer (great, I'm scared an the first thing that pops up is Dune references) and as I'm being bodily forced out of the old room I'm hearing "Get the F*** out" in this creepy not there voice. So I switch to the Our Father and the creepy voice give a low laugh. The next thing I know I'm awake with the phantom pressure still around me for a few more moments. It's still early in the morning!