Procrastinating from packing…
At this point I almost don’t want to own anything… it’s so tedious to pack and unpack. I’ve done it more times than I care to count, in the time period of just a few short years.
I feel exhausted just being surrounded by empty boxes, waiting. The motivation to fill them is non-existent.
I can’t wait until the day I run out of things. Use things to their full capacity. New things are so much more exciting.
And… I just found my moleskine journal. Trying not to get caught up in catching up. Packing right now is impossible… ugh.
(I keep thinking that I kept the best parts of me from the person that’s always mattered way too much for comfort. But in the end, no one cares.)