The toughest part about packing for a move is trying to figure out where to begin. I hate how everything gets 10 times messier before you finally start to see some progress. I'm not sure how it happens, but I seem to accumulate a lot more junk than any of my other roommates.
I've also noticed that I am somewhat of a pack rat. I have kept stuff like bead necklaces from my high school grad night party which was 5 years ago. I know why I do it though... I imagine myself someday showing my kids these things that have some sentimental value to me, and thinking they would find it interesting. I know that when I was younger my dad would share old pictures of himself when he was a kid and I thought it was fascinating. It will be a huge letdown if I hold on to these things for so long to find out that my kids really don't give a damn about their Dad's plastic party necklace.
But I digress... We need to be out of here in less than a week, and all I have packed is one box of clothes. I was planning on taking advantage of not having class or work yesterday and use it to get as much packing done as I could. Instead I ended up hiking Spencer's Butte twice, followed by getting drunk with a room full of dudes.
Yesterday just may have been the least productive day of my life.
.... But it was fun.
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