Packing

Packing is an odd process.

I hate the idea of going through my desk (which I already did quite successfully actually), my closet, my dresser, my cupboards and putting it all into boxes. I will, undoubtedly experience flashes of memories, welcome or unwelcomed. I will find some things that need to be thrown away and others that I will continue to hold onto, even though they are useless, don't fit, silly, etc. I will have to decide how best to store important paperwork I had simply thrown on a shelf in my desk or in a binder (I'm really terrible about keeping things safe and orderly, actually). I hate this part of packing.

Packing clothes, I think, is the worst. I have a lot of clothing that I no longer wear. Either I'm sick of it and have cast it aside or it no longer fits. Should I keep these things? What if I gain/lose weight and need these things? What if I run out of clothes to wear one day and, even though those jeans are terrible, need to wear them? What if I decide I like that shirt again in a few months (it's been known to happen)? So many decisions to make.

I feel like packing all comes down to one question. How much of a fresh start do you want? How much stuff do I want to pitch now so in four-ish years when I have to move again I won't have to remember all of those things? What's essential? What things are truly me? Are my world history notes from six years ago important? In that case I decided not and pitched them. I can look shit up on Wikipedia if I need to haha.

In short, packing is SO much more than packing....ugh.