Packing, once again...

Packing really forces you to reflect on your past. While sorting through your belongings you recall so many memories that had been forgotten on the shelves. It's calming and disheartening at the same time.

Packing also has a way of making you realize you have way more crap than you thought. I have already filled 2 large boxes of clothes and am not done.

It has only been 9 months in this apartment but it feels like forever. A part of me will miss it. This was my first time living alone ever, so it really feels like a big part of me. I'm ready to go though. It's time. Living alone is not for me. It's too lonely. I find that if I go too long in the apartment I start to go a little wacky =).

I still have a little less than a week here. Less than a week to pack up everything I own and clean up the remnants of the past year. I spent the whole day scrubbing the bathroom and started to pack but yet I feel as though I accomplished nothing. There's still so much left to do.

One thing I realized while packing though is how familiar it is. Not only did I basically live out of a bag my entire time in high school, but I have lived in 13 houses, town-homes, condos, and apartments in my almost 23 years on this planet. That's quite a bit of moving. So once again I pack my bags and prepare to settle again for an unknown amount of time. I'm sure soon enough I will be packing once again.