the empty room.

Moving is exhausting. And I don't think I am very good at it. Instead of putting everything neatly into boxes, I tend to try and utilize what I have. A rolling suitcase becomes a portable bookshelf. My laundry bag, a linen closet. Then there is the sock basket that overflows with the random things that had no other place: an alarm clock, a half empty bottle of shampoo, a blue case of waxed dental floss and a pink polka-dotted sock (whose pair I have seen, but am not sure where.)

The only thing that I really like about moving is the accomplished feeling that usually follows. When I woke up this morning my dorm room was full of lots of things. Tall things, heavy things, things to be thrown away and things to be wrapped delicately in newspaper and placed into a sturdy box. But as I left, it was an empty shell waiting for its next tenant.

I like the optimism of an empty room. It has the potential to become anything. Perhaps it is my affinity for Home and Garden Television that draws me to appreciate such a clean slate. But I think it might also have something to do with my desire to start anew every so often. If you continue to read my blog, you will find that I am awfully fond of symbols. I see them practically everywhere thanks to a lifetime of quality English teachers.

For me, the empty room and my life are kind of similar right now. They are both getting ready to be refilled with new things. They are both awaiting new life.