Packing, packing, and more packing...

I've been packing for two days and now I am surrounded by boxes. Almost all of the boxes are labelled "Music," or "Photos," or "Art/Art Supplies." All the others seem to be marked "Misc." It is so strange to departmentalize every object of your past into little cardboard boxes. I found paycheck stubs from my first job ever, letters from long lost friends, books I had never read. I threw away piles of things I don't use anymore.

I think my cat is tripping out. He sniffs at everything and meows at me a lot. He is usually a pretty non-vocal cat.

I'm kind of tripping out too. The mild California weather is like a dream that will be ending soon. The weather channel said Philadelphia is at a blazing 92 degrees. When I tell my friends I am packing, they say it sucks. I miss them already and I haven't left yet. Less than two weeks left and life will be so much different. I am excited but also sad.

So many plans to make. Call the movers. Call the airline. Take the cat to the vet. Find boxes. Visit Andy. Last dinner with roommates. Pack, pack, pack, pack, pack!! Gotta tie those loose ends.