Packing

There are things I should be doing besides writing here. I have four or five chapters that I'm supposed to read before my class tonight. I haven't even started. It isn't just procrastinating that has drawn me to this blank screen to share with all of you my thoughts. It is mostly because I want to share with all of you my joy in packing.

My sister sent out an email saying that she is having a garage sale and packing. She is moving to Ecuador soon. It reminded me how very much I delight in putting things into boxes. There is something so wonderful and satisfying about having a hodgepodge of things and needing to fit them in a finite number of boxes, suitcases, bags etc. I feel so accomplished when everything finds its way into a box and not only finds its way, but has a place. I'm not great at jigsaw puzzles, but the 3D kind of puzzle called packing is so much fun. I also enjoy packing so much because it means I'm going some place. It may be the beginning of a new adventure, a vacation, going home, or moving to a new house. When I am going on a trip I have to discipline myself not to pack to soon. As the time grows closer I get more excited. When my older sister went off to college she started packing several weeks before we left. I grew up in Mexico and we were all going to the United States for the summer. I was going crazy because I couldn't pack my suitcase yet. My sister being the kind person she is set a pile of stuff before me and a box and set me loose. I choose to think that it was because she wanted to make me happy. So if you have a box to pack let me know. I will come and help you. Unpacking, however, is a different story. I don't like it. I like unearthing stuff that I haven't seen in a while. But putting things away. I don't like it. I have trouble putting my laundry away. 

Ok enough exulting in thoughts of packing and back to the real world of spending all evening in school.