So today I started packing. Actually packing. Folding, organizing and making decisions. A few of my least favorite activities, right behind watching Michelle Bachmann talk.
Anywho, packing. First of all, a few suggestions.
One: remove all house pets from the packing area. It makes it really hard to put stuff in the suitcase when the cat keeps hopping in and out of it. And when the dog keeps dragging stuff out of piles to slobber on it in the corner.
Two: Don’t wander over to the TV. FX movies with Ryan Reynolds are very distracting from the trip preparation process. Adorable, hilarious and
sexy fantastic, but distracting…
Three: DO NOT pack all of your underwear at once. You’ll regret it. Trust me.
Four: Stay focused on packing, rather than how you’re going to try and make it funny when you later recount the process on
your blog Facebook. You may forget things.
Keeping the above tips in mind, I may embark on Packing: Day Two tomorrow. I’ll have to unless I want to keep tripping over my suitcases the rest of the week. I think my room actually looks worse now that it did when I started.
It is odd though. It’s really getting serious. I’m becoming all wistful over things I probably would’ve tossed into the Goodwill bin two weeks ago. Like high school choir t-shirts, homecoming picture DVDs, stuffed animals, old purses, postcards and favorite tank tops.
Add to that all of the “last” moments I’ve had this past week. My last day at the Gap ended up being a lot harder than I expected it would be. I had a wonderful day at work, with wonderful customers. My employer and fellow employees were all so kind, and I even received notice that a customer had written a complimentary letter about my to Gap Corporate! A happy but bittersweet day. Not to mention the fact that I’m losing my 50% employee discount!
Even things like my last eye appointment, my last session at the counselor, my trip to Target, seem full of meaning. Not because I’m especially in love with the optomologist (although I am with Target). But because this everyday things that I’m used to, the people I know there, won’t be with me for the next year. Silly, I know. But I’m sensitive like that. The unknown is scary and exciting at the same time…and it fluctuates every day. Guess that’s why they call it “unknown”…huh?