I really started freaking out today. Sophie said that I looked like I had climbed out of a suitcase myself. That's because I started packing today. The random pile under my bed has been growing steadily, to the point where it wasn't just under my bed anymore... everything was poking out all over the place. So I took all of it downstairs to the room with my suitcases, along with all my medical supplies, and as many clothes as I could (that I know I will be wearing there, but won't wear in the next couple of weeks). There was also another pile already in the suitcase room from the PC shopping I've been doing with mommy. Then I sat there and started hyperventilating over how much there was and how I'd never get it all to fit.
And then mommy came to my rescue. I think I'm a pretty decent packer from all the years of having watched her, but I will never pack the way she does. She somehow fit pratically everything into my smaller suitcase (which still isn't THAT small haha, but come on, I'm leaving for over two years!) My larger one is still practically empty and I know that will be filled primarily with clothes. And clothes I can handle.
Anyway, point being, I was going a little crazy when I had no idea where to start with the packing. But I'm feeling really really calm now knowing that I will be able to take everything I want (I think, please don't let me be jinxing myself!) and I'm feeling less stressed knowing that I have a whole suitcase packed already! I hate being late, I hate being stressed for time... so I'm glad I started this process slowly and won't be freaking out last minute. It seems really early to already have packed a whole suitcase, but I like to be prepared. I feel at peace.
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