Well, the day is shaping up to be more unpacking and moving in. My fourth and final roommate has just arrived and is doing the same thing, so I suppose I should get in the spirit too. Well, I should probably try to finish the last couple of chapters of The Shipping News before I am inundated with school reading again. This always happens to me. I try to read a novel over the summer, and if I pick one that is too long, like Anna Karenina, Mill on the Floss, or Les Miserables to name a few, I don't get to finish them before the manditory reading sets in again in the fall. Sigh. In some ways I feel like this is a chance at a fresh start. I have done a lot of purging and sorting, but there is always more to do. I can rearrange and reaorganize, and hopefully make a good space for myself here, for a year at least. I really have to make sure I hang pictures and posters this year. That was the big problem with my bedroom at Brookmill I think. No pics on the walls, and all institutional white. It is white here too, sadly. I had hoped to be able to paint before I moved in. The best room for that was my first university room. My mother came with me a couple of days before I moved in, and pulled of wall paper, washed every square cm, filled in all the nail holes, sanded, primed and painted my room with me. And at the end of it all, that tiny room was my space. And it was great. Ah well. Here I didn't even have time to sweep the floor or anything. And now, with the room so crowded, I don't imagine I will ever get it properly cleaned. Come to think of it, I haven't seen a broom around here yet either...hmmm.