Packing is the absolute worst. I have this realization twice a year. And you know what I've decided is the worst thing to pack? Hangers. When they are empty, they are a total pain in the butt.
Tonight is my last night home before going back to school for my senior year. Mind blowing, don't you think?
Senior year. You only get two of them, you know. Unless you stay in college long, then you're a super senior. Sadly, that title does not come with super abilities, just more loans.
Four years ago I was going into my senior year of high school thinking that it was going to be the best year ever. Ha. How stupid.
Now I'm gearing up to go into my final year of classes as an undergraduate. Mind blown again. I'm so ready to be there, back at school, back to books and class and friends and theatre. But I'm so not ready for this year to end. It hasn't even begun and I'm dreading it's completion.
And of course, being the procrastinator that I am, I didn't really begin to pack until this afternoon. My brother was in the same boat, asking the hardest question there is: "How do you know what books to pack?" I had no answer for him, that's my biggest question as well. That and why in the world I need this many clothes. A question on my mind after getting two black trash bags ready to take to the second hand store. I think part of my problem is that I pack in small crates and bags, so it seems like I have more than I do. At least that is what I'm telling myself to feel better.
So, senior year. Sounds like an awfully big adventure.
Until next time, look forward to your big adventure.
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