I have approximately a week and a half to pack up my current life and move it a couple blocks away from where I live now.
I have never wanted to do anything less in my entire life. I hate packing. Not only do I hate it, I am no good at it. I will put coffee cups with picture frames. I really don’t care.
My mom’s coming over tomorrow and helping me pack. It doesn’t really matter how old you are, if your parents come over for anything you sort of get this nervous energy wondering how your house looks. I started to clean about 2 hours ago, and then I gave up. I also told her I’d have most everything already done. HA! Yeah, right.
Hopefully she will help me sort through what I need to keep and what I can throw away (cassette tapes from 1994?). The problem with that is that I think everything’s important (they might come back! like vinyl!). So, tomorrow will be interesting.
Realistically, I think we’re better off using the day to go shopping. :)
Have a good night, everyone. Be kind to yourselves.