I am the worst at packing. I basically make piles of stuff and then move the piles around to different areas of the room. I put stuff in boxes and suitcases and then take it out again. Packing is awful because it makes things real. Somehow you can avoid and push away the fact you are leaving until you have to start packing. Reality comes crashing in and there is nothing you can do to make it go away. Studying, packing, saying goodbye, and putting up a stupid snarky front to keep from breaking down has become my reality. I do everything I can to avoid it.
Pictures come off the walls, books get retired for the year, things get thrown away, things get put into suitcases and boxes to be loaded home. It is a sign that things have come to a close and that there is a new beginning around the corner.
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