Packing

Today I moved back home for the summer. 

Packing isn't really something I enjoy, but I have to do it often enough because I move between my home and school residence twice a year and I've gotten used to it.

However, I haven't gotten any BETTER at it.  

My process goes something like this:

My room starts out clean.

Then I find some boxes, suitcases, milk crates....

 Then  proceed to empty EVERYTHING onto the floor.

 The I start sorting. Donate what you don't need, recycle what you can, and toss the rest.

But I get distracted....

Rediscovering my favourite writer......

 Reliving the past....

 

Procrastinating elsewhere...

 Renewing my passion for the Irish Flute 

(note: I cannot play anything except "Mary had a Little Lamb")

 

Then things are finally packed into the boxes.

 Until I decide they weren't packed properly, and everything is dumped again.

 

(This repeated several times)

Eventually it was finally all packed, despite my best efforts to procrastinate.

 

 I said my goodbyes, packed up the car, and drove home pretty uneventfully.

I'm now unpacking and it seems I can't shake this feeling I've forgotten something....

 

<3