moving rooms

I attempted to swap rooms with mumma Jude today, she gets my bedroom and I get her study.  I thought we would finish today, but truthfully, I reckon we are 15% of the way there.  Stupid idea.  My wardrobe is in boxes outside my new room, I've given half of it away, and my room is a mess. I'm confused to where everything is and I just realised what I'm actually doing. It was a spur of the moment decision and i didn't really think about it that much, but looking back, so many crazy/funny/sad things have happened in that room and I'm definitely going to miss it.  I've been there for eleven years, and the first day I moved in I drew a fish in the back corner in black permanent marker and no one has ever noticed.  Thinking back to the amount of time it took me to place each individual photo on my photo wall is also quite saddening, all that work, and now I'll have to do it again.  Four pieces of blue-tack on each photo, one by one. It will take up the majority of my time for the next few days, but when its over I can start fresh and make new memories in my new room.