Packing. I so loathe that word and concept. How in the world am I supposed to cram my life's belongings into boxes for who knows how long to be sent and stowed away with my family until I figure out just what I'll be doing and when and if I'll be moving?
This stresses me out.
I have so much cleaning, organizing, and getting rid of to do in the next few days. Ugh. I am not a fan of all of this.
Packing also makes this whole idea a concrete reality. A reality that I am kind of in denial about. A reality that I don't want to become real yet. Dang it. Can I just freeze the clock and calendar for a bit longer, please?
While new beginnings and fresh starts are always exciting and adventurous, they are also scary as crap. Are you with me? I'm not so sure I'm ready for such a drastic change in my life. Whether it be my ENTIRE family leaving me here or me leaving all that I know here. Either way, it's going to be hard and will take some getting used to.
Change is necessary for growth and maturity, yes. I keep telling myself this. I can't stay in a rut forever.
And I won't be because things are changing....and fast. Too fast.