the urge to celebrate each filled box is irresistible. i feel like someone should be rewarding me for this. i hate, hate hate h-a-t-e packing. it’s so depressing to see your life fit into an army of cardboard boxes. it’s depressing to see your place in a weird sort of organized disarray. plus, i think i’m developing an allergy to cardboard.

and i can’t find a damn sharpie here to save my life.