I am so close to the bottom of the Very Last Box left over from the move. (We moved into this apartment in August of 2008, for the record.)
I have a giant heap of clothes to try on but I think a lot of them will get weeded out (stuff I don't even like any more, or stuff that doesn't fit), and there's still a couple of layers of folded clothes lining the bottom of the box, but.
Now I need to go to bed, because I have to open at work tomorrow. (I have found a Thing that motivates me to be early to work. If I'm the first person there, I get to unlock the door and shut off the alarm. It makes me feel very special.)