The Joys of Unpacking

If there's one thing I hate more than packing...it is unpacking. Unfortunately, they almost always come together.

Now I am actually unpacking from college only to repack a month and a half later when I move to Wisconsin in July. Basically, a month and a half long reorganizing session. Isn't there a military bootcamp I can attend instead? Or perhaps a 6 week temporary job cleaning out stables on a farm? Doing push ups and scooping horse poop sounds much more appealing than tackling my jewelry collection. I basically wear the same earrings every day, but that doesn't stop me from having enough to make Claire's Boutique writhe with envy.

And T-Shirts? Don't get me started. I honestly, no exaggeration, think I have 90 T-shirts I can choose from if I ever choose to workout again in my life. That's what 13 years of playing basketball will do to you. And each one has some weird sentimental value. Like today, I tried to talk myself in to donating a dark grey one with baby blue writing you can hardly read that says "Deep South Classic * NC State * Duke * UNC *" in small print on the front with a huge adidas symbol on the back. The last time I wore it? Probably 6 years ago.

But that's from when I saw Duke's Gym for the first time and me and dad went to Easter service at Duke's Chapel, and me and my teammate Febreezed our jerseys since we were both there with our dad's and the slightly stuck up *superstar* girl on the team totally judged us for it when we offered her some Febreeze since she was OBVIOUSLY hand washing her uniform in the sink. 


I could delve into a story like this for every pointless T-shirt I keep, so I decided I had to motivate myself to donate SOMETHING by using my Business Administration skills and capitalizing on the neighborhood garage sale which is on June 11th. We'll see if that helps.

I'm really trying to turn over a new leaf in terms of being organized in preparation for my move. But so far all that means is I can almost see my floor.