The Ban of My Existence

I grew up with a military dad, so I moved around almost every three years while growing. That being said, you would think that I would be used to the idea of packing, well I'm not. Packing is literally the ban of my existence. 

I absolutely HATE packing. Packing is the reason that I haven't been updating this blog. I've been busy with my finals and completing the semester, and on top of that I have had the joy of packing up my belongings. 

Although I am happy to be done with my freshman year in college, I can't help but hate myself for all the junk I seem to have kept in my dorm room. Seriously, I don't remember bringing all the crap with me when I first moved in over nine months ago. Having my mother in town a few weeks ago did help because she was able to take things back home for me, but every time I think I've got it all something always decides to show itself. 

Like my stupid shoes. 

Sadly, I'm the type of person who likes to kick shoes under the bed instead of actually put them away. So obviously I thought I had sent most of my shoes back with my mother. That was not the case. You would not believe that number of shoes and socks I found underneath my bed when I was packing. I can't believe that I have fit almost everything in my suitcases and boxes.

I also hate making the decision of what to keep and what to bring. Most of the clothes I am bringing home I don't fit anymore because instead of gaining the Freshman 15, I lost the Freshman 20. And considering I spent a ton of money on clothes before Fall Semester last year, I'm pretty miffed that some of my favorite clothes are going to my mother and sister. But whatever, that means more shopping!

-JoLynne