fate. planning. packing.

It's all up to fate. And planning. And careful packing. No one ever tells you how much packing sucks until you're knee deep in boxes, clothes, hangers, and crap. I have paths all around my room and stuff everywhere. It doesn't help that there is a mountain of clean laundry to put away. I have neatly separated things into piles; what to move, what needs to be stored, what I'm selling, what's getting donated, and what goes straight to the garbage.

(My mountain of laundry on the bed.)

Turns out I am slightly a pack rat (or just lazy). But I keep weird things no one would ever need. I've found my collection of In Styles and Glamours, which are purged every time a move happens. There are old journals with one entry in them, books I need to read, and a nice stack of college textbooks. The weirdest things are plastic bags from Target, Gap, Anthropologie, and Charming Charlie, etc. and white plastic hangers. I must have a thousand hangers, why?

(Save or throw away?)

(Seriously hangers? There are still at least 50 hanging up still!)

I'm not lacking motivation to pack, I feel like I just did this. When I moved out of my apartment in September I planned on just grabbing everything I have and moving to a new apartment in the Twin Cities. I didn't think I would be consolidating everything into my car and driving to Texas. This is a little more challenging than I had anticipated. I'm just making the dent in my room, and I still have the whole garage to go through.

How is this all going to get done in a week? Especially with a trip to Grand Forks and Fargo this weekend. It's hard to know what I will need and want when I get there. Does every book and movie come? Will I need all of my dishes, Tupperware, and cookware? Who knows, I guess this is just all up to fate. And planning. And careful packing.

adventures

It's time for an adventure. It's time to get out of this Minnesota weather and head south. I'm packing up my life and moving to Austin, and I'm going to blog all about it. As i sit on my bed at my Parent's house writing this, I'm looking out my bedroom window at the snow covering the ground and thinking about all of my time here in the frozen tundra. All of the friends I've made, all of the adventures I've had, how much I'll miss my family, and it makes me sad. But then I think about the new adventure I'm about to have, all the new friends I will make, spending more time with my sister, and being happy!

I've discovered a lot in the last month since I've decided to move. saving money is easier than I thought, I have some of the best friends and family a girl could ask for, and I've actually made an impact on some people's lives. And while all of that is wonderful and would make some people very happy, I'm ready to live for me. I'm ready for my time to shine, and for my life to really get going. I've gotten too comfortable and complacent, and I'm ready to really LIVE!

So with just over a week to pack up all of the belongings I can fit in my car, say goodbye to everyone I love, and set out for bigger and better things, I'm finally starting to feel it. I'm starting to feel my feet getting wet, and I can't wait to start swimming in the proverbial ocean of life.

It's happening faster than I thought, but at a snail's pace. How is that even possible? Packing, cleaning, organizing and laundry are going to consume the next couple days, and then it's here, time to go. I guess this is where real life starts. It's where my journey here ends, and my new journey begins. It's time for an adventure.