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Packing with hollowed liquor boxes and moving into adulthood

Being that I'm moving out of this lovely apartment in only a few short weeks, I've started gathering my things together and packing them away.It's important to note that I'm almost exclusively using boxes that I picked up at the liquor board.

Being that I'm moving out of this lovely apartment in only a few short weeks, I've started gathering my things together and packing them away.It's important to note that I'm almost exclusively using boxes that I picked up at the liquor board. I did this intentionally for two reasons: 1) These boxes are pretty sturdy, because they are constantly transporting precious cargo; 2) I know my father will be ever so pleased to help me move Crown Royal box after Crown Royal box into my new place. He's such a great guy for offering to help out, especially when he isn't in favour of my choice of roommate (hint: male and not a relative).I also want to point out that my mom brought me a few boxes. They are paper boxes and are also very sturdy. I'm going to draw bottles of wine on them (or attempt to draw bottles of wine, at least) just to continue with the theme.I've also devised a colour-coding system to help me organize the boxes and hopefully make it easier to direct them to their new homes. The description of everything that goes into the kitchen written in blue ink. The bathroom is green. My bedroom is red. I admit, it's not uniquely genius or anything, but it has given me a reason to break out my coloured markers and because I have no artistic ability, this is really one of the few times I get to colour anything. I can't decide if creating a colour-chart and posting it on the door of the new place will be too much - maybe a little bossy and controlling? Hard to say.I've slowly been working my way through all of the steps in changing my location. I have forwarded my address, something I had never heard of until my last disastrous roommate did so. Turns out it can be done online. I've also prepared a list of people I need to call to cancel my TV and Internet, power and stuff like that. This is my first time ever having to do this, so I'm glowing in a very self-satisfied manner. I feel like such an adult.Is this the prelude to the rest of my life? Just a sense of accomplishment every time I figure something out on my own, and without a helpless phone call to Mom or Dad? And an intense desire to colour-code and organize everything, because that is how I view adulthood?Growing up seems rather bleak.Tonaya Marr would like to thank her family for making the trip to Regina on Tuesday night to watch the premier of a documentary Tonaya helped create. It was so incredibly appreciated. Tonaya can be reached by e-mail at [email protected] or on Twitter @TonayaMarr.

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