So I'm Packing Up My Room For Uni
Sep. 9th, 2011 11:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
beanstalk_simsIt's a weird experience. Everything's either going in the bin, in the attic, or to uni with me. So far, the going to uni is the emptiest box. The Attic box is next. The Binning Box is almost overflowing as I fill it with everything I've managed to stuff into my room over the last eighteen years.
And it's incredibly weird when my Mum says "Put those old toys in this box, and then you can give them to your children one day". I mean, I'm not planning on having kids anytime soon, but thinking about how I've put things away in the attic for these metaphorical kids that might possibly exist at some point in my future is really strange. I mean, I may never have children, what will I do with the toys then?
I suppose that's not the important part. It's just so genuinely odd to see bits and pieces of my life arranged neatly into three boxes that I had to share it.
And it's incredibly weird when my Mum says "Put those old toys in this box, and then you can give them to your children one day". I mean, I'm not planning on having kids anytime soon, but thinking about how I've put things away in the attic for these metaphorical kids that might possibly exist at some point in my future is really strange. I mean, I may never have children, what will I do with the toys then?
I suppose that's not the important part. It's just so genuinely odd to see bits and pieces of my life arranged neatly into three boxes that I had to share it.
