Knowing you will soon be moving makes one take inventory of every object in the apartment. I find myself ranking my belongings as my eyes pass over them. Will I keep this? Do I need that? When is the last time I even thought about that thing? Why did I even buy this _____?

I have bags of clothes that are supposed to go to Goodwill. They are down in the laundry room, trying to be forgotten. I wonder how many more bags I will fill with stuff I no longer want or need.

Today I played decorator/architectural designer and created a plan of my new bedroom, based on measurements I took this morning. I mapped it all out on pieces of graph paper, drawing with colored pencil the blocky shapes of furniture. I even went so far as to cut out a rectangle representing a rug, and moved it around on the room grid, wondering where it would fit best.

I love to move, I hate to move.

The rug I want is in the Ikea catalog. It is called RISLEV.

In other news: You know you have an awesome boyfriend when he calls just to tell you that the “More Cowbell” sketch from SNL has just started on Comedy Central.