"Perhaps if we never veered off course, we wouldn't fall in love, or have babies, or be who we are. After all, seasons change. So do cities. People come into your life and people go. But it's comforting to know the ones you love are always in your heart. And if you're very lucky, a plane ride away."
Packing reminds me of fashion. You get dressed differently for all kinds of different occasions; work, weddings, funerals, to go the mailbox, pick up some milk, crawl into bed...same with packing. And I have an ridiculously difficult time doing both of these everyday tasks. Here is the difference- I LOVEloveLOVE finding new outfits, but I DESPISE packing. Ironically, this is one trip that I actually don't have to decide what to take! Everything's going! But. There is something about putting your life into boxes (the lucky ones who make it to the next level) and trash bags (for the corpses of what used to be considered stylish/cool/necessary) that truly makes a person think deeply.
For me, packing is like putting the punctuation on one sentence and a capital letter on the next. There is the last sentence, it is what it is. And here comes another one, yet to be written or spoken. And all that I keep thinking to myself is, In 13 days I will never be in this spot in this apartment in this city ever again. Ever. I might not see some of the people I see every single day ever again. Ever. And I am positive that I won't BE the same person as I am right now. Ever again.
Exciting, exhilarating, liberating, slightly scary. But the one thing I know is that change is inevitable. And so I choose to decide what changes I want, instead of waiting for them to happen to me. More importantly, with no regrets.
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