i have a love-hate relationship with packing.
i love organizing and thinking through what i can live without/don’t need.
i hate the process of going through everything i own. and everything that i had throughout college that’s been in storage for 2 years. and the stuff i’ve bought over the past couple of years for my “adult life”.
i would consider myself someone who doesn’t own a lot of stuff.
or at least,
i felt that way before i started packing.
this picture serves no purpose for this post, except for the fact that i think my nephew is the cutest little boy ever.
and when he’s at my house, i’m reminded that it’s just packing. and it’s not that big of a deal.