That's what I'm thinking about these last few days in Atlanta. All of that, plus the thought that no matter how much stuff I throw away, give to Goodwill or my friends, or get my Aunt to transport for me to my parents' house to eventually ship to Wyoming, I am still not going to have enough room in my car. I have so much SHIT... it's ridiculous. And I swear I've gotten rid of massive amounts of it, but I'm still dealing with boxes upon boxes of stuff. How do people move across the country in only their cars? I don't understand.
Today while trying to do the final clean out of my closet, I realized I had an entire storage drawer system that I hadn't even touched- possibly in years! I started going through it and had my first "Holy shit, I'm moving across the country to a place where I have no friends, know nobody, I have to fit everything in my car!" panic attack. I had my first cry of this whole ordeal (which I'm proud to say is happening only 6 days left here... I make no promises for the next few days though), immediately went to Panera for dinner and Cami Cakes for dessert, came home, and wallowed for a little while. I did discover that cup cakes can cure almost any ailment, and now I feel much better. I've continued packing up my room, and while I feel like I am almost there, I also feel like I'm no where near ready. I'm afraid I'm going to have to go back through boxes I've already closed up and get rid of MORE stuff... which is something I'm totally not looking forward to. We'll see.
Oh- and I'm out of boxes... I can't decide if that's a sign and I should really start getting rid of stuff or if I should just ask my friends for more boxes... More boxes it is!!!!!!!!!!!!
