I am packing. Holy jeeze I am packing my things!!! I’m also trying to seriously cut down on my possessions. (That word looks wrong spelled out..) I’m moving into a one bedroom condo with Bf and a dog, I seriously don’t need all of the things I have. Last night I packed up books and DVDs. I found a notebook that M and I used to write all of our stoner thoughts in and read through that for a good half hour. I guess it’s not really packing unless you deviate somewhere. I filled one box and a basket up with Goodwill things. Then I packed up my “office” stuff. Still want to go through that box and really consider whether I need those woodless coloring pencils or not. I have a lot of art supplies because I want to be artsy but the truth is I lack discipline to hone that skill in. So I just do weird things on small note cards and mail them to my friends. It works. I’m not going to be working for a whole week and that freaks me out so much!! But that time will be needed to play with my friends and say goodbye to family. Jeeze.Can I just be living there now?