Packing is Poopy

Some people like packing. I'm not one of them. Packing sucks. I think I've pushed it all to the last possible minute, too. I guess that's because in addition to packing up what I'm taking, I also have to pack up what I'm not taking to put in storage. Yuck. Luckily I had Casey and Kelsey around; they made me put on all my clothes and then voted on them to the soundtrack of the Knife, which, if you're wondering, is an excellent soundtrack for that kind of thing.

Handy dandy voting cards. Kelsey added smiley faces to the "NO" cards so it'd seem less judgmental.

Turns out the majority of my luggage is socks.

Strangely, these past couple of days have been more or less calm. Rather more calm then the ten day mark, I'd say.  Deep breathing, etc. But I'm still at least a little bit freaking out. Luckily, my friends and family are awesome, so I've been having a lot of fun not packing. For example, Casey and I went to the Jelly Belly Factory on Friday, which was awesome. Everyone should go. It's free! And they feed your face.

Om nom nom nom.

And I had a tummy-stuffing taco night with Karen's family that was super yummy. Especially since Karen brought my favorite ice creams (raspberry sorbet, coconut and dark chocolate gelato, ahh!)

My super sweet goodbye ship from Karen!