I woke up the other day and realized, “I’m moving into my dorm room in a week.” Although an exciting thought, I immediately became aware of how stressed I was considering I hadn’t pack up a thing…or cleaned my room all summer.

I looked around my room, which literally looked like the Tasmanian Devil came through, and began to freak. My clothes were everywhere (and not laundered), my desk was littered with piles of mail from Alabama, bank statements and various other stuff that had piled up and I was in no way ready to pack up and ship out.

I took a breath and relaxed. The packing needed to commence. So, before I even touched this hazardous scene, I thought of things I could do to make my packing experience easier. I made a list lots of lists. A list for the kitchen, living room, bathroom, my room, school supplies, etc. I shopped, I packed, I conquered. Here are some tips I’ve learned on how to pack for college:

1. Take a breath and calm down! You’re finally going to college. This is going to be the most exciting time of your life, so stop stressing out and just enjoy the fact that you’re starting a new part of your life.

2. Write down what you have and what you need. Like I said before, LISTS. If you have something, you don’t need another one. I made lists of what I have, what I have that I need to replace, what I need, what I can get when I arrive at school, and what my roommates are bringing. I promise you, lists will keep you so organized when you’re packing because you actually see what has been done and what you still need to get. Read More »

I have no damn space. I swear my ass may get stuck in my own hallway if I eat another Cadbury Egg.

Like many college students, I have been forced to find a way to sleep, eat and basically shower/sh*t/etc. all within 5 feet of each other. Books are piled on top of stacks of clothing, shoes are collecting dust bunnies under my bed along with a variety of other dust collecting partners; bills, blankets, bras and the one sock I’ve been looking for forever. I can never find anything and generally am forced to throw on whatever happens to be crumpled under my feet. Organization? I’m sure that I wouldn’t be able to give the definition of the word if a million dollars were on the line.

…Until the other day, when I had a calling from what must have been a divine being…something told me to hop into The Container Store on my way home from work.

The moment I stepped foot into the store I was sure I had been saved. As a notoriously messy person, it had seemed like nothing would be able to shake me of my slobbish ways. How wrong I was. Read More »