Well officially I started packing last night by bringing our suitcases upstairs, and well that's it. That's as far as I got. It seemed like enough at the time, but now that I have actually started packing today I realize it probably was not. Packing is exhausting. Seriously exhausting. I would say I am about halfway through, and it seems as though it took me all afternoon. I am through the worst part which I refer to as the "shopping" part of packing. This is the part of the process that Trev links to me just being a crazy redhead. I am certain that I am not the only one that does this, but please don't confirm if I am as the last thing he needs is more explanations for why redheads are crazy. While packing some people (side note: race, class, religion, political affiliation, or hair colour are not a factor for being one of these people), shop their closets. What I mean by this is I try on everything, excluding socks and underwear, before it makes it in the suitcase. This is a process Trevor has zero comprehension of, and was mortified when I made him try on one of his outfits before I would pack it for him. Come on - it was just one. You didn't actually think I would ask him try on everything too did you? Anyhow what's not to understand? Why would I want to pack something I'm not into this month, or doesn't fit me anymore, or maybe it fits me better then ever, or the best one - when you find something awesome that you completely forgot you had. It's a long and grueling ordeal, but so worth it when you have put together 14 of the best outfits you own plus some casual everyday stuff that will probably be worn the most out of everything in the suitcase. Still worth it. Completely worth it. Even when I look around and it seems like a bomb went off in here ... completely worth it .... I'm going to have to clean this up at some point .... worth it .... my back hurts .... worth it .... I'm ready for bed and it's 8:14 .... worthhhhh ...
6 sleeps. Goodnight.
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