it's not yours mine and ours it's yours

the apartment looks nothing like i would prefer to have it looking at this point. as if we are going somewhere. my m.o. is to be organized and not scramble at the last moment, but i've decided to relax about it because my small amount of stuff will get packed, and most of my belongings are still packed from when i moved in. what hangs on the walls and is still collecting dust everywhere else is his and if he wants to toss it into boxes at the last minute that is up to him. i will go for a walk or go hang out at a friend's. i take the stress i've been carrying around somewhere between my shoulder blades and lay it on him. i feel so much better.