Of Storage Totes and French Berets

So this week I have really gotten down to the crunch in preparing to go to college. It all began with a "hey you wanna do this on August Third?" and me suddenly realizing that August was just around the corner. It went something like "yeah I'll see what I'm doing, it's not for a while anyhow...HOLY CRAP that's only a week and a half away!" So yeah. i jumped on that college thing. I went shopping with my mother on Thursday and bought pillows and mattress pads and really cool fans.

Most symbolically, I bought storage totes in every shape and size.

I think the storage tote is one of the official staples of college and I realized it this past week as I started packing. I was unloading all of my winter clothes into a bright blue 58 gallon tote, and suddenly is struck me how strange this all was. When did it become acceptable to pack up your entire life into these plastic containers and move far away to a strange place on your own?I did not spend three hours going over on a sheet of computer paper where all my stuff would go in my dorm room. Instead, I spent my time going through my different containers and what I would put in each one. I don't yet know what I will do when I get there with all the stuff, but I can tell you which color container contains all of my t-shirts in the end.

Overall, this just struck me as kind of strange. The crunch to college is getting closer and closer every day and I think it is going to my brain. I think I need ice cream.

Regardless, I have never been so excited for anything in my life prior to this.