All I do is pack and unpack. It's gotten a little monotonous.
Between moving out of Provo,
a road trip to Northern Idaho,
a jaunt to Washington, D.C.,
2 weeks in Chile,
a weekend in Zion,
all interspersed with week-long periods in California,
I AM OVER IT.
Now I'm packing for Romania. I leave in 7 hours. BLEEEEEHHHH.
It's like one of those unimaginative dating game questions: "If you were banned to a desert island and could take 3 possessions with you, what would they be???"
I wish I only had 3 possessions. And that I was a nudist. Packing would be bliss if I was a nudist. [No cartoon for that, you sickos]