Ive started to pack already. I move in a month and I don’t have that much stuff that it would take me longer than a total of maybe 3 days to pack. But packing now, is SO me its not even funny. While on a late night phone call last night I started taking down frames. This one of the most depressing things. Ever. Its like there is no people in my room. Decorations are just the most practical thing to pack because I don’t “need” these things for the next month. I also started sorting through clothes. I have to much emotional ties to my clothes. I told myself if I hadn’t worn it since moving to Alabama, its probably time to get rid of it (good rule to go by). I have a sweater that Ive had since my Freshmen year of highschool that I just put in the get rid of box. Now I’m not that old, but freshmen year, that was 8 years ago. I don’t think I should have a sweater for that long at this early in my life. As hard as it was for me to put it in the get rid of box because its been around so long, its time.

I’m getting rid of a lot of big things this move. Being I’m moving into my parents house, there’s no need for me to move across the country hand me down furniture. One of those items that I’m giving to a friend of mine is my bookcase. She asked me yesterday when I wanted to make time to get to her house. Now, my bookcase, its not nice, its been around for little over 10 years. Its from IKEA. If you aren’t familiar with IKEA, they have cheap furniture, that looks nice but doesn’t last long. So its pretty much a miracle that my bookshelves has moved three times and still standing. This time around though I nailed it together and its quite ugly on the sides (under the pretty curtain I put over my nail mess). Ive warned Chalene (my friend who wants it) its state. She just really wants to get her books out of boxes and onto a shelve. First thing I packed during my last move were my books. This wasn’t so wise because I found myself opening the boxes back up because I wanted to read something. Ive collected a lot of books over my time in Alabama, more than I normally would in 10 months. This is what I get for working at Christian bookstore. I love my books, like Ive said many times before, they are my friends. I told Chalene that Id let her know when she could come get it.She should understand as much as she wants her books out of boxes I don’t want mine in boxes. My books probably be near the end of the list of things get packed. Is there something wrong with me?