I'm surprisingly zen right now.

I shouldn't be.  Here are three reasons why I should be a bit stressed out:

1. I have to get my crap to Boston by the middle of June.*
2. I don't have a place to live yet when I move back to Boston.  I'm currently investigating a few sublet options, but I don't like that I don't have something confirmed yet.
3. More immediately, I don't have a place to live for two-three weeks when my lease expires at the end of May.  I'm currently investigating primo spots under the Ke'ehi Lagoon Bridge, because all the good street corners in Chinatown seem to be taken.

That I'm currently facing.

However, I'm feeling quite okay right now.  Perhaps here are a few reasons why:

1. I sold my bed to a person on Craigslist who turned out not to be a serial rapist (it's a real concern with Craigslist).  That was the biggest thing I had to get rid of, and now it's gone, and in its place is some lovely cash.
2. My bedroom is kind of awesome right now.  I moved the cable modem in here (I don't have wireless) and I'm typing on my air mattress with the windows open and the ceiling fan on.  It's very chill, in every sense of the word.
3. I get to go to D.C. (okay, College Park, MD, actually, but close enough) for work for two weeks, in two weeks.  It's a research trip wherein I will be pretending to be an historian.  Regardless, two weeks in a nice hotel on someone else's dime will be a nice break from having to deal with stuff.
4. Finally, regardless of how stressful the next few months are and how much I hate moving, It'll all be worth it when I'm finally settled into the best city ever getting ready to start an awesome grad program.

*George Carlin would agree that no matter how much one likes one's stuff, "stuff" becomes "crap" when it all has to be transported somewhere, somehow.