Packing: Step One
As the summer approaches it’s end, I’ve begun the first stage of my packing endeavors: cleaning my room.
As far as I am concerned, there are multiple steps to packing up and heading back to Vanderbilt. One: clean my room. Two: “pack”. Three: packing does not pass mom-inspection. Four: pack again. (better this time.) And five: clean my room again.
With two days until I head back to Nashville (so soon!), I’ve begun stage one. I’m generally a pretty messy person, so I always have to start off packing by picking up and putting away all of my clothes so that I can decide what to take to school and what to leave behind in a semi-organized fashion. This is also the first year that I’m travelling back to Nashville alone, so the two-bag-limit is seriously inhibiting my usual packing technique. Space is a limited commodity, and my I-might-or-might-not-need-this-so-I-better-bring-it packing theory just isn’t going to cut it this time around.
Victoria and I were just recently discussing the dilemmas of packing: for instance, how many dresses is enough dresses? Do I need my tutu? My lab coat? My Mickey Mouse ears? Such important decisions to make, and so little time to make them!
In just a couple of days, I’ll leave sunny Southern California and make my way to Nashville (also sunny, sometimes). Time to pack is running out, so I better get to it!