The Clock is Ticking

Not to dwell on it or anything, but the packing madness continues and quite frankly, I don't know how much more of it I can take. Not only is the computer room an utter disaster, but the insanity has now crept down the hall and infected the living room as well. As you can see, stuff is literally EVERYWHERE. Sure, a normal person might methodically go through the piles and the boxes and the random strewn objects and deal with them in some logical order; but I can't. I'm not a normal person in a logical sense. Somehow, for some reason, I have to make as big a mess as possible in order to get anything done.

The thing is though, I really don't do well psychologically when things are in chaos. It makes me distracted. I wander from pile to pile with no real plan; no real purpose. Sometimes I just sit despondently on the couch and mutter. And adding to the stress of the mess is the fact that my suitcases are filling up ridiculously fast. One is already full to the max and the other is not far from capacity (and I haven't even packed my tampons!).

Another source of stress: my parent’s scale, which apparently, is 10 pounds off-- and not in the good way. Of course, I didn't know this until after I'd weighed and packed, and weighed and packed, and weighed and packed, all the while feeling fairly cocky about meeting my weight requirement. Then my mom burst my bubble by mentioning (in passing really) that she always added 10 pounds to the scale. Ten pounds. Ten pounds! Suddenly, I'm not sitting so pretty.

The madness will end because it has to and right now, that's the light at the end of the tunnel for me. So I guess it's back to packing and making sense of the madness because really, the clock is tick-tick-ticking.