I spent a significant portion of this past weekend moving. Not houses, just rooms. One of our roommates got married Saturday and I had decided a couple months ago that when he moved out that I'd move downstairs to his room. I'd had the option of moving down to the basement just over a year ago when my roommate who also happens to own the house decided he wanted to rent that room out. It's a little bit bigger than the room I've been in, and I'd have my own bathroom, and in the summertime I could be nice and cool instead of having to run my fan all night to avoid waking up feeling like I'd run a marathon during the night. At the time, though, I didn't really want to go through the hassle of moving everything owned from the upstairs to the downstairs. Because really it's nearly as much work as actually moving, just without the driving part in the middle.
Apparently something changed in the last year to make me feel like going through the hassle. Probably it was the promise of cooler temperatures in the summer. And I guess, in the end, I really only moved the stuff in my room and bathroom. The stuff I have in storage stayed put, as did my non-bedroom furniture (couch, entertainment center, coffee table). Anyway, pretty much all my stuff is moved now and I only have a few piles of things that I still need to decide what to do with. Hopefully I'll deal with them sooner rather than later and they won't just become permanent fixtures in my room. At least one of the piles was already a pile in my room for the last year. I think maybe I need to get another bookshelf.