Sunday, May 5, 2013

the stages of packing

Yesterday I took a flight back from school to my home, where I'll be staying for about two weeks before setting off for an internship adventure in Seattle. Of course, this meant that I spent that past few days packing. I'm not very good at packing. This is why.

Stage 1: Ok I REALLY should be packing now. But it's finals. And I'm not done yet. It will all be ok though! I'll just finish up these finals and then get to work.

*later*

Ok I finished my finals! Good work team. Let's break for a cup of tea

This mug warmer was such a great purchase. 


*later*

Yeah finals wore me out. I deserve a break. I'll just sleep and hang out for a while, and then packing begins in the morning!


Stage 2: Packing is going great! Everything is going together in logical groupings and I'm sorting through all my things. I got extra boxes this year, so I don't need to worry about not having enough space. :) Since I've got so much time, I can afford to spend some time with my boyfriend before we leave. Way to be responsible and schedule extra time for packing!

Stage 3: Ok, the logical groupings stop here. Where do these things even go?? I guess it's time for my packing motto to make its glorious return: random things go in random places.

These things from my desk OBVIOUSLY belong in this candy jar.


Stage 4: Oh crap. Maybe these extra boxes weren't extra enough. I'm starting to run out of space here... Ok just crap things into any free space. If it's in a box it's good. 

*later*

Ok there's no free space. These things can just come home with me! I've got space in my suitcase it'll all be alright.


Stage 5: *dragging boxes to where I'm storing them* OH GOD WHY IS THIS SO HEAVY.


Stage 6: Ok, looking good. All the boxes are moved out. Let's start packing the suitcases to go home!

*later*

Wait why are these towels still here? Those should have been put in boxes. .__. Guess they're coming home too....

*later*

OH GOD NOT ENOUGH SPACE HERE EITHER.


Stage 7: *weighs suitcase: 49.7 pounds* 
Ok, Totoro plush, you fit nowhere. I'm carrying you. *hobbles to airport* 
*calls parents* Yeah, when you pick me up I'm gonna need some help...



This has been a story of my life. I know it was so entertaining you're gonna read it 20 times. Totes.

-Stripe



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