Lack of space

Everyday this week, on my way home, I promise to myself that I'll finish sorting through all the half empty boxes in my living room. Then I get home, cook, eat, watch an episode or two of one of those shows that I watch (way too many), and finally get around to start putting things away. Despite working for a couple hours each day, I don't seem to be getting anywhere, and I've just realized why: there's no place to put anything!

There is a total of one (yes ONE!) closet in my new apartment, in the bedroom. It's already full of clothing, and empty bags, and snowboarding equipment. The empty drawer set from the extra room holds more clothing, and a cardboard box is the home to the rest. (How do I own so much stuff and still never find weather-appropriate clothing?) The kitchen has 1/4 the number of cupboards as the last place, and they are already full of cutlery, plates, cups, pans, and Tupperware, which means that all my dry foods and baking ingredients are in boxes in one of my book shelves. The other book shelf is full of books (I've somehow managed to accumulate over 100 books since I moved here). Which leaves my camping equipment, my textbooks and old notebooks, vacuum cleaner, towels, sushi plates, and all those odds and ends that I just stuffed into random storage spots in various piles in the living room... and I've just spent the night moving these piles around, trying to make them look tidier, to no avail. So I decided to sit down and write this little rant. I'm done now. Hopefully when my couch (with it's handy-dandy storage compartment), coffee table (with it's wonderful shelf), extra shelving unit (can't wait!), and bed (with all that space under it to make invisible untidy piles) arrive, things will disappear from my living room floor!