packing is both a chore and a joy. part of it is liberating to get rid of stuff that i haven’t looked at since i moved into the apartment nearly a year ago. part of it is just a pain trying to efficiently and intelligently pack things so that i can find it again. but now, time has become a factor. i need to get it done.

so now i’m just throwing stuff in boxes. whatever fits, goes. it’s actually not that bad, but there have been some questionable packing choices. why is my sleeping bag packed with my board games? good question. i don’t know myself.

i went to the house and it is still mostly empty. it looks sad. it needs furniture.