Quick Personal Update

So upon recent events I have been given until the end of this month to find a new place to live and move out. While I am sad that another housing situation didn't work out, and I may have lost a couple friends in the process, I can't help but find excitement in this. But I figure- if something terrible like this happens, you may as well find the good in it.
By the grace of God I found a place the very next day I was told to move out. And it's about a six minute walk directly from the college. I haven't met any of the roommates, but the landlords are very nice: they are professionals, own several (13) other properties, so I am not afraid of them having a personal bias against me. It will be a brand new experience for me, for the last four places I have lived since moving out, the landowners have had a personal connection with me or the place I'm staying in.
So I have decided that I'm going to move in to the new place when I come back from Reading Week. Reading Week ends on the 23rd, which is a Sunday (I think), but I might try to convince my parents to bring me back a day early, just so I have that extra day to get settled in before the craziness of school starts up again.
It has been two days since I've been given this news, and I have already started packing. No time like the present, right? Two tubs fully packed, and I'm pretty sure that's more than half my stuff (not counting clothes). Which is great- you should have seen me when I moved for the very first time. It took an entire truck plus an extra vehicle to move all my stuff.

Back of the Truck. Sept 2013

So I'm feeling optimistic about this. The past few times my parents have come up to see me, I have given them things to bring back home, so I don't have it with me. The less stuff I have, the easier it will be to move when the time inevitably comes. And I think I've been successful! If I compare myself with some of my fr
iends I feel less successful, because they literally only have a crate and a suitcase of stuff. But if I compare myself with what I had a year ago, I think I done good.
Is it weird that I'm excited that I don't have as much stuff as I used to? Again- not counting clothes.
I never count clothes.

That's a whole other situation.

The First Move. Sept 2013

One that I'd rather not get into at this point.

This move couldn't have come at a worse time- it's right during midterms. So I have this art history test that I have to complete somehow (will probably spend all of Saturday or Sunday on it), as well as endless projects for Ceramics, 3D Fundamentals, and Drawing.
I fricken love it, but I also feel it starting to wear me down. It's times when I'm just sitting there then all of a sudden start crying that make me realize that I need to just calm down. Take a step back.
At the same time I know I'm breaking apart, but I'm doing my best to keep it together.
At least until Reading Week starts and I can go home.

So if you feel so inclined, I would appreciate continual prayers. 2014 has been insane, and I don't see it ending anytime soon.

Much love.