Today was one of those sad realization days. I hate to pack. HATE it. I know you may be thinking that is a strong word, but let me explain this abhorrence (it feels better to use big words. It might be a defense mechanism, but now, you think I'm a smarty pants, and who hates that?). I'm in college. I try to do laundry once a month. Maybe. If I get around to it, then it gets done. I collect t shirts. This is why I am able to do this wonderful, wonderful procrastination. It actually makes me second guess my diesire to one day have children. I hear from Moms (including my dear lovely mother) that laundry NEVER ends when you have children. So, get me an industrial washer. I don't care if we live in a box, I want minimal load, people! MINIMAL! Do you hear me??? Or a man who enjoys laundry. Like my uncle. Maybe we'll just let my uncle move in. That would solve my problem.
Anyway, enough about laundry. Let's talk about packing and why I hate it. I hate it because packing leads to cleaning. Possibly the ONE thing I hate more than laundry. But both of these things lead to cool trips, which is where I'm going tomorrow. On a cool trip. But I still have to fold and refold clothes to make sure they get packed just so that way I can find my dang underwear on Monday morning when I HAVE to get to breakfast in 10 minutes. Oy. So packing. I think the only thing worse than packing is unpacking because (and this explains the initial rant) that leads to laundry... lots and lots and lots of laundry.
see you guys in a week! Have a lovely time!
PS- It is 1:30 in the morning. I leave in 7 hours and what am I doing??? PACKING!!! ugh... packing. However, I love compression sacks. love them. Am obsessed with them.
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