For these last weeks before I leave to New Zealand I’ve been picking away at my room. There’s nooks and crannies that haven’t been touched for at least a year or two. Dust, much? With the removal of bunk beds my parents found at least a dozen pens and pencils. Whoops. My beanie baby collection was separated among my young acquaintances. Boxes with truly random objects were cleared. Now? The closet awaits.