There’s been a lot of rearranging going on around these parts of late, what with the whole cohabitation thing stirring up the order and arrangement of stuff. Last Sunday, Scott and I moved twelve boxes of books from his place to mine (we moved three boxes several weeks ago). They’ve been sitting in stacks in the living room since last weekend, waiting for us to do something with them.
I started moving things around last night, in an attempt to make some room, as well as cull a few books from my collection and I finished the process of making space tonight. Somehow (I credit my superior organizational skills) we managed to find homes for all of his books on the existing shelves (I did get rid of two overflowing bags of books in the process and I packed up most of my CDs, because really, I rarely use them anymore since the advent of the iPod).
The end of this merging process is actually in sight, which is a huge relief (I like it when things are settled, organized and put away. I realize that the nature of life is always in opposition to this desire of mine, but I still fight against entropy on a daily basis). He has to be out of his place by the end of the month, so the next few weekends will be devoted packing, moving, cleaning and discarding. I have to admit that I’m hoping for a spring and summer of simple routine and ease. A girl can hope.