i was really looking forward to finally getting into a house because it meant a room where i could finally unpack my unicorns, if only a couple of them. i have boxes and boxes of things that i never unpacked when i moved out here because there just wasn't room for things as impractically girly as unicorn statues and pillows and posters and figurines and books and stickers and carvings and... you get the idea.

and yet, i know that we aren't likely to be in this house for more than a couple years and the thought of putting forth all the effort to unpack just so i can pack back up again makes me a little depressed.

i may unpack a couple things, like the little corner shelf that i have, and maybe one of the nightlights. perhaps i'll put one of the pillows on the futon, and hang the tapestry on the wall. but i guess the rest will have to remain boxed up until we can finally find a place of our own.

that reminds me, i gotta call about the house on salem road.