As we pack up the apartment in preparation for a move at the end of the week, I’m struck by how it’s increasingly looking like a student’s apartment.  We’re giving away some furniture, so in the last couple days I’ve seen my dining room table, my bookshelves, and my spare bed go away.

I’ve been clearing out closets, so my living room is crowded with bicycles and sports gear.  My TV is balanced on an endtable, since we gave away the stand that supported it.  Everything looks a little rawer and more exposed.  The only things escaping the boxes are essential right up until the day of the move.

It only gets more disorganized from here.  It’s like we’re getting all the entropy that was spread around, squeezing it out of almost everything so my things fit in boxes, and that’s what’s left lying around.