I hate packing. I love leaving and going new places (or in most of my cases returning somewhere) but why does packing have to come before this? I have way too much crap. Yes, I get that it is my fault for having so much stuff to begin with but it isn't like I pack a lot just for a weekend trip. There are those couple of times a year when I get to move across the country. Moving back and forth from Florida to Idaho and back takes a lot of effort when you don't have a car. Three bags, each of which can only weigh up to 50 lbs. a piece, that's the hard part. You see, I pretty great at packing things in really tight so everything fits. Its like a puzzle that i'm really great at. Once I get that all done... I always have 20 lbs. extra that I don't know how to loose. Sounds like the story of my life. Any how, I hate it and I am stalling like mad just like I always do before going back to school. I'm contemplating leaving everything here but I might regret it when I get out to school with no underwear, clothes, or... anything for that matter. I offered my roommate $20 to do it for me. She didn't take me up on that offer. Any takers? The offer is still standing.
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