My mind has just been overflowing with thoughts over the past day or two, and really there’s nothing to point to except for the whole deal about me moving out. Last night I was kept awake just thinking about the possibilities. I entirely blame the hyperactivity on all of the mortgage talk over Thursday and Friday. I suppose all of that just drilled the idea home (ha!) that in a little over a month I will be a home owner. That’s just utterly insane. Am I mentally ready for such a leap? Can I survive under the new burdens that I’m going to put myself under? Well, if I answer “no” to any of these questions then I better damn well figure out a way to get myself ready. I’ve started this runaway process, and there’s no way to stop it short of doing a “kill -9″ or some equivalent.

Sorry, was that geeky? Did anyone get that reference? I can pretend to know Unix, but really, I know jack squat.

Anyway, that’s only part of why my mind was buzzing. I was actually playing out scenarios of sorts, trying to figure out what to take with me and what to leave behind. I’m somewhat fortunate in the sense that even if I leave something behind I will live close enough to my parents that any retrieving or returning will be somewhat simple. Even so, having to move big items more than once would be tough. Originally I was thinking that I wanted to leave most furniture items here and just get all new stuff for the place. That’s all well and good. I mean, it means that moving will actually be a light job and that I won’t require much help with things. I guess the thing is: I’m not sure why it didn’t click for me just how expensive such a plan was. Duh! Will I have that much free cash to make such a decision to get all new stuff? Even if I did, it wouldn’t be the wisest of decisions.

I eventually came around and decided that taking my mattress and box spring would be prudent. The parents can just replace the bed if they need something to go in my room for guests. I will also probably take the computer desk in the other room. The one in my room–the one this laptop is currently resting on–is pretty beat up and ugly. The other one is decent and won’t be a mess to move. Do I want to take the extra dining table with me? I don’t know because the light wood will probably clash with the dark flooring. Can I afford to be picky? I don’t know. Long ago my mom offered to bring home boxes from the hospital for the sake of packing things. I balked at the thought. Why would I do that? Well, in all likelihood the boxes she’d bring back would be from boxes of adult diapers. See, in a hospital full of seniors those would be the most common. I just thought it’d be weird to carry around boxes labelled with Depends on the outside. After much thought last night I decided to just say “screw it” and get the free boxes if available. A box is a box, right?

See, I indulged the idealistic free-spending part of the mind for a while. It’s now time to suppress it for a bit and let the pragmatic saving side do it’s thing.

Of course, the move is still a month away. I still need to get through my inspection. OOOH, that will be damn exciting. It’ll be my first chance to see the suite mostly put together. Still. The way things are rolling, July will fly by and then August will bring many many changes to my life. I’ll be ready one way or another.