I packed and left town in such a hurry, I left almost all my belongs behind. I would have been perfectly fine never seeing them again if it meant I didn't have to go back to that god forsaken city, but my mom decided to box up four huge boxes with some of my belongings. I was excited at first, until I got home and realized I had, once again, much unpacking to do. It seems as though the last four or so years of my life has been packing and unpacking. It is scary to think about it. I have become so used to packing, I have learned little tricks and secrets to packing for ways to make sure things don't break, to make more stuff fit, it's unbelievable.
Anyways, my heart dropped as I saw one box though. It was busted on the side and quickly taped up with [not so up to] standard tape. I knew it was the box with my handbags and my heart raced as I realized that someone may have their filthy mitts on my marc jacobs, coach, and/or dooney. No worries though, after ripping the box to shreds, they were all there, safe and sound.
I guess I have more unpacking to do when I get home & since I guess I'm not on "unpacking" strike anymore, I should tackle the rest of the garage. ugh. I think about it like this though- once I am done getting rid of all of this unnecessary junk, the next move will me SO much easier on everyone. We will see. I'll be sure to let you guys know.