Today I’m packing up my bedroom, tomorrow the studio. I’ve lived here for about three years, which I think is the longest I’ve lived in the same location since moving out of my parents house, shortly after high school. Its a nice feeling actually, going through all my possessions (I don’t have that many). Most of my books are packed now, I came across a few gems I haven’t looked at or read in many years. They bring a flood of thinking to the mind. Tomorrow night there are a few fun things to do after the day of packing, and then sunday I’ll start moving things from here to there. Its a holiday weekend and I’m hoping to be completely moved by Monday night.