Thoughts on Packing

It's not so much the stress of getting everything into boxes that bothers me, but the realization of the rate at which time is flying by. What's fun about it, though: I have boxes of things that are special to me, that remind me of certain moments or good times or even not-so-good times. I forget to put things in these boxes throughout the year, so it all accumulates in my room. So I find these things when I'm packing and get to relive everything. Which can be good, can be bad.

Some things I've found that I've put my memory boxes this year:

A "GO ANGELA" sign, I don't know who made it, it looks like boy handwriting though.

A drawing by my little sister Allison that shows me sitting in my desk at school with a thought bubble above my head with her face in it.

AGS 2010 nametag

Chicago transit 3 day pass

Green beads

my numbers from my first race (5K)

old passport

Hold Steady Heaven Is Whenever CD

A belt from my Indian costume

Mix CD list from Catherine

Paper fortune teller

A letter from Quantico, VA

Musicfest lineup

"Who You Are Now"

Nametag from honors conference

Burned copy of Cory Branan

Burned copy of Lucero That Much Further West

My name written in calligraphy

A graded short story

I JUST MOVED IN. But also, I was a completely different person at the beginning of this year. I don't know who that person is anymore, the person who moved in while drinking PBR.