Me in my room during freshman year. To be fair, I shared a double room in a five person suite and had very little space to myself. But really, I have no excuses. And yes, I'm pretty sure I slept with most of those clothes in my bed also.
But anyway, clearly I can't take all of my stuff (and my mess) on a cross-country road trip. I can take exactly one carload. The first things to go was my furniture. I posted an ad on Facebook about a week ago expecting little or no response, since Boston's unofficial "moving day" is September 1. Since so many residents of Boston are college students, most apartment leases begin and end on September 1, right before the start of classes. So I posted, thinking someone might tell me they wanted the stuff in a few weeks, but lo and behold, a friend of mine had just moved, and wanted it all. I sold her my bed, mattress, dresser, couch, and two bookshelves. On Saturday, my bedroom looked like this:
That wrinkly mass in the middle is where I was sitting to attempt to make some sense of all that crap.
Holy stuff, Batman! Having everything out on the floor like this forced me into starting my sorting and packing routine. In exchange for the furniture, I got a check for a couple hundred bucks and an air mattress to borrow for the next few weeks. The stuff has since been moved to the outskirts of the room so I can sleep. Some has been sorted, but there's still a lot of work to do!