Less Than 24 Hours!

The last couple days, it's been packing, packing, packing. I packed up my make-up, my clothes, and my shoes. I packed up sixteen years in the same house and twenty-one years in the same city. I packed up a flashlight, a first-aid kit, and extra hairties because I am utilitarian and I understand 'just in case.' But I am pretty much done packing now. Just the bare bones left around the house, the things I need until the last minute, that's all that's left.

It has to be all that's left, actually, because my suitcases are forty-eight pounds each and I am allowed fifty a bag. There was some panic, I admit. One of them bordered on forty-nine lbs, six oz. That was way too close for comfort. I removed a pair of heels. It broke my heart. I am such a girl.

Oh, and I make the confession that I did not actually pack my second suitcase. I couldn't get it all to fit. You can see to the side it was what I like to refer as to the 'clothesplosion.' I packed and re-packed and just as I was about to pack again, my best friend Bee called and offered to pack for me in exchange for dinner. She did it with room to spare. I don't know how; she's amazing, anyway.

I leave tomorrow morning. Oh. My. God.