So yeah, I totally did wait until the last minute to do all of my packing and yeah, it's really hard, both physically and emotionally. I never realized how psychologically challenging it would be to literally Sophie's Choice my entire apartment.
'I can take my Magic Bullet but not my mixer.'
'I can take my pink ski jacket but not my red pea coat.'
'I can take my black boots and brown boots and grey ankle boots and black booties and riding boots but not my heeled black boots.'
OK, homegirl just has a lot of shoes. But really, these are hard decisions to make. Instead of being able to return to all of my things when I get back from Korea, I'll only return to the items that can fit in my Corolla. I ended up selling nearly all of my furniture and the only things that remain are my little IKEA Lack tables. You know, those ones that like $7 a piece that everyone buys. Seriously, that is all of the furniture that's left in my apartment that I haven't sold. I lucked out and the people who are moving into my apartment after me need all new stuff so they bought a ton of it.
I love this apartment. It was perfect for me in almost every way. The walls were painted the exact shade of silvery blue that I would have picked out myself. The bedroom was spacious enough to fit my stuff while still being somewhat cozy. The living room was open and inviting. I even grew to love my Barbie-pink bathroom.
Time to get back to packing. At the end of the day, I get to keep all of my make up, all of my DVD's, and my skis. What else does a girl really need?
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