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.

A week and a half

We're a week and a half away, and I've still got stuff to finish. Mainly programs, so it shouldn't be too bad. I also have to pack up my entire life and move it this weekend and early next week. And then figure out how we're going to fit everything into our tiny tiny house.

If you come to visit us, know that it'll be slightly cramped. We're going to do our best, but there's just not a lot of storage. Except in the bathroom. So if you come over, do be surprised if you see a griddle in the bathroom. It's got the most shelving space. :)

Oh, and for anyone who wants to know if I'm nervous yet, no, I'm not. Why should I be? I'm marrying the man of my dreams, my best friend. Sure, it's a major life change, and we've got a lot going on right now, but it's all good. I'm going to be able to figure it all out with the one person who knows me better than anyone, and who always knows how to make me feel better. So, no, I'm not nervous. I'm ready for the ride of my life!