i hate packing
Packing is just about my least favorite thing to do, second only to unpacking. It takes me a whole day to do what should take me less than an hour. Putting everything in my bag becomes this tedious process that I repeatedly attempt but do not actually complete until the very last minute. I have been this way for as long as I can remember, and I figure that if I haven’t grown out of it yet, I probably never will. At this point I no longer try to fight it, but rather accept it. All I know is that I will be in Texas tomorrow with whatever makes its way into my bag before I leave for the airport.