Transition

I'm not talking about transition in the sense that my life in the broad scheme of things is changing (although it could be taken that way in a sense).  No, I mean it in the quite literal sense.  I'll give you an overview of what this past weekend through the beginning of the school year looks like:

One housemate moved out
Matt's internship ended and he's now preparing to return to school
Two new FOCUS missionaries are having me help them house-hunt in the Rockhurst/UMKC area, and until they find something they've been given the "ok" to stay at the house I'm staying at now, so they'll be arriving tomorrow.
The girl who will be living in my room for the year will be moving in on Friday, so I will be moving all of my stuff/furniture out into the main living room and I will be sleeping on one of the couches.
Two of the other girls living in the house will move in around the 15th.  Not sure when the 4th renter for the year will move in.  And I don't move out till the morning of the 18th.

Somewhere in there I study, take the GRE, and work.

Aye yigh yigh.

Coordinating all this moving in/moving out business is going to be the interesting part of things.  Not that I'm thinking about it yet...I have a bigger fish to fry right now (GRE countdown:  2 days!).  But it's going to be messy and disorganized, possibly even fun.  Unpacking and repacking my totes will bring out my crazy OCD packing personality that bursts forth for times like these.  I make lists of what I own, colors, shapes, I take mental pictures of how/what I pack so I can remember it for future reference...so ridiculous.  Utterly ridiculous.  But I can't lie...I'm crazily looking forward to all this transitioning.  It means we're each moving on to the next stages of our lives...the missionaries to their new mission school, two new renters to their new house for the school year, and me to that insane concept of senior year of university.  The world just keeps on turnin'!