I've spent most of this evening packing and even though I am praising God for this day of resurrection and dancing around my apartment to a few of my most favorite praise songs that have been on repeat for some time, I am still feeling very overwhelmed by this task of packing. Wow, that's the world's longest sentence! I have boxes scattered everywhere and anywhere that there is bare floor space and what began as a fairly organized process has turned into the "put it wherever it fits" method of packing.

I am truly realizing how many shoes I have and how much space they take up and for as little as I thought I had (because I got rid of a bunch of stuff the last time I moved) this has become a more daunting task than originally thought. And why is it that no matter what, there is all this little random stuff that never seems to find a place? Because this move will be so much different than all others, my goal is to eliminate all that little random stuff so when my help arrives I simply point to the stack of waiting boxes. We'll see how that goes.

I made a huge dent this evening so I am done for the night. I plan to round up a few more boxes and be almost finished by tomorrow at this time. The next decision is whether to begin sleeping somewhere else in the next few days. I feel that it may be in the best interest of my long-term health to do so as we are still not sure the long-term effects of this sheetrock and its potential contaminants. Prayers for peace would be most greatly appreciated as I'll be living in limbo for the next month to month and a half.