I've lived in this yellow house almost exclusively since November, right? Right. So why is it that 90% of my stuff is still either a.] in boxes here, b.] in boxes in my mom's attic, or c.] still living in places where I no longer reside, other than my mommy's house?
Is it because I just haven't had the time? No, that's impossible, since I was unemployed and literally spent almost all of November, December and January inside of the house. Weeks went by and my skin saw no sunlight.
Is it because all of the stuff in these boxes all over everywhere just isn't stuff I really need? Some is and some isn't, but there's furniture at my mom's that I haven't brought over here because there are too damn many boxes to fit the furniture in. And I recently tore open my schoolbag, which contained all but two pairs of my jeans, because I tore a hole in a pair of pants and needed something to wear. I have a lot of stuff, yes, but almost none of it is unnecessary junk.
The answer is that there is no rational excuse. I just don't want to unpack all of that crap. That's, like, a Labor Day weekend's worth of work. And the longer we put it off, the more of a challenge it's going to be, because we're slowly building our lives around all these boxes and plastic totes. All of Scott's headphones and PS3/Wii controllers are sitting on top of a plastic tote that is full of no one knows what near the TV. The only reason all of the videogames/DVDs are put away is because Scott couldn't sleep one night and those boxes were on top of the stack.
There's laundry sitting on the loveseat that has been there since before Christmas. You wouldn't know it's there because there are three EMPTY boxes, two winter coats and Felice and Plush Kitty, two of my stuffed animals, sitting atop the laundry. The last time someone sat on that loveseat was when Scott's family was helping us move in.
Bella's pen is nestled amid a forest of boxes and a dresser that we cant really figure out what to do with.
I don't even know where to start.