The Red Room

My red room, cut from an Ikea commercial and not to be mistaken for a walk in closet, has been my shelter for more than two years and now, when it's time to move out, there's a sadness in my heart. I put all the small things in little boxes and carried them down the spiral stairs to the car, the bed, sofa and Eniac (my computer) will stay for a few more days. I had packed my stuff very rationaly with labels like "winter clothes" (won't be needed for a while) and "towels" (seriously I have tons of them, I get at least one every Christmas). Little Brother helped me to carry everything up to my mother's attic. Now I'm back in my dorm room and, honestly, it feels naked when its BMI has gone from 30 to 24. And well, the final countdown continues, 10 days to go.