Musical pairing – Blindsided by Bon Iver
In the crush of finals week, I practically forgot a very important aspect of the end of the school year: moving back home. The last day of my semester arrived (unseasonably cold and sodden) and still all of my books were on their shelves, my desk drawers were still stuffed with papers and pens, my closet still stuffed with clothes. In a one-night whirlwind, I swept everything into some semblance of organization, though admittedly in a less stream-lined way than was probably possible. With the help of two of my friends, my roommate, and my dad, everything was carted down to the car the next day, I turned in my room key, and home we drove.