Packing

I finally got started. So far, I've hauled two bags of clothes to Goodwill, and thrown away a bunch of stuff. It's a new life; I don't want to carry some old stuff with me. I want a fresh start, so only a few things will be going with me.

But anyway, I hate packing. I hate having to decide what to keep and what I don't need. I hate having to reduce my life to boxes. I'm excited about what this all means, but it's still sort of bittersweet. It's not like packing for school, where I could leave stuff at home. Instead, this is it. The only other time I can remember moving was in fifth grade. This is different. This is me moving, and not my family.

Don't get me wrong. This is what I want to do, need to do. It's just tough to think that I'm an adult now. But I know that everything is going to go alright, and that I'm just starting a new chapter. I just wish that it didn't mean I had to revisit old chapters to get there.