We're painting the walls and redoing the floors in my room early next month, so I'll be moving upstairs for a few weeks. A corollary to this is that we need to take just about everything out of my room while this is happening.
My mom, ever the ambitious sort, has taken it upon herself to box up a lot of my stuff in preparation for the renovations. So every few days for the last week or two, I've come home to find something else missing. One day, it was all the books from my bookshelf. Another day it was the bookshelf itself. Yesterday, I came home to a room with no blinds. Today, I have no sofa, though I do have clothing hanging from a temporary stand on wheels.
What next? Who knows. It's an adventure, right in my own room.
At least it keeps me on my toes, I suppose.
