Bare Room

I have nearly a hundred books strewn across my floor and the posters have all been taken down. Amazing how a few familiar things on the walls can change the whole feel of a place, without anything there the walls appear so much higher...
Still, I got all my crap out of my desk in under an hour. Nearly killed me but I stripped it out and got the majority of my possessions in order, taking up two rubbish bags for all the old seminar papers and notes that lay scattered in my drawers.
Why am I detailing this extremely boring information? I think I'm having trouble putting into articulate thoughts what I'm feeling about leaving tommorrow: somehow describing my bare room (which, incidentally isnt really mine at all for much longer) is cathartic, yet sad.
I'll be glad to start living in the real world for a bit, you may take a sweepstake on how long this lasts and I'm on here posting "get me back to uni, NOW!" Change is an odd one; I'm adaptable, but I know myself too well to know I wont be able to cope effortlessly with the transition.
Fact is, without these doubts, I know I wouldnt be pushing myself further in regards my comfort zone. I know lots of people who are quite content to be safe; to stick to what they know, do the same things week in week out and never deviate from said pattern.
Before I lapse into a judgemental rant, I want to make it clear that the only thing I dislike about the majority of said people is that not only do they lead this style of existence, they criticise you for not doing the same as them. Its always: 'why you going to chink-country? You looking for a mail-order bride? hyuk hyuk hyuk' and so on and so forth.
I dont mind a bit of banter, its what makes the world go round. I just suppose that I'll be happy to meet other people who perhaps arent quite as closed minded as some people I've met, and quite so apparantly proud of it too. Not so I can have carte blanche to be a pretentious tosser (though sometimes its nice), but so I dont have to feel it all has to be dumbed down and hide whatever limited light I have under a bushel. So to speak.
Anyway, I'm shattered. Tommorrow is another day...