And yes, throughout this whole packing process I've come to the realization that I am in fact one of those girls who owns far too many pairs of shoes (and scarves, and necklaces, and candle holders). But in my pathetic defense, Carl's CD/record collection was strikingly similar to Macy Grays hair in that it too was out of control. So together, armed with giant garbage bags and totes for charity shops, we purged many of our worldly possessions in order to meet the 7 bag (and 1 guitar case) baggage limit we must comply by for our flights home on Monday.
And after 7 straight hours of sorting/reminiscing /chucking/and swearing, I am proud to announce that the space underneath our bed is now entirely free of totes, the wardrobe is mostly empty and about 75% of our lives are packed, wrapped and stacked in neat piles or suitcases. Although we still need to put together the massive 7 bag jigsaw puzzle that is a direct result of weight restrictions, we are now in the final stretch of this packing fiasco. Our T's our crossed, we're just waiting to dot the I's. And for the first time in a week I was able to sleep through the night without waking at ungodly hours to compose OCD fueled packing lists in my mind. It was marvelous.
The only word I can think of to truly express my feelings?
Lots of love, love, love,