My life fits in a shoebox. My books, excluding all my music, fit into 7 paper boxes. To answer Tauni's and Julie's question, it looks like I'll be living on the east side, not too far from Reed.
So I started my packing this evening with throwing away a bunch of the crap I dragged with me fresh out of high school. Everything from middle school, high school, and since, all pictures and sentimental bullshit of my life so far now fits in a shoebox. Fuck yeah.