Packing & Being an Emotional Wreck

So, I've been packing today. I hate it. Seriously. I've always hated packing even for small trips, and now I have to pack my entire life into boxes... I just hate it. It's been about 5 years since I've had to do this. Even though I switched apartments last year, I stayed in the same building and basically carried armfuls of my things from the old place to the new one. Now I have to go through everything I own... The act of purging useless stuff is good and somewhat therapeutic, but gosh... it's exhausting. I wish I could snap my fingers and be done with it. And come on, what I have to look forward to is... UNPACKING! :( (Yes, there are more things to look forward to, but wallow with me for a minute, okay?)

I think it's really starting to set in as reality that I'm moving several hundred miles away. I have been tearing up and crying at the most ridiculous things, like Ghost Whisperer. I also got a new tattoo, which is always a sign of emotional instability. :) (There are some pictures floating around; I'll post some when I get my hands on them.) Anyway, this phase is good and bad, I guess. It's good that there's something to feel sad about... that there are people here who I'm sad to leave... But, it's emotionally exhausting, and I'm always glad to get over this "hump". The good news is that I know I'll get over it. :)

In other news, I'm taking bets on how many wardrobe boxes I'll fill up... :-D