Hell on Earth

I think that packing is as close to hell on Earth as one can come. I hate packing. I hate unpacking. I hate everything that even remotely has to do with packing. I start out motivated and do good for a couple of boxes...then I am bored with it and don't want to do anymore. Hence...I sit here writing a post for my blog instead of working diligently on my packing. The movers come on Tusday...a mere 6 days from now. At least most of my things are packed from my move from Waco.

I am beginning to feel time now. Before my move still felt so far away and now it feels so close. The next few days will go by fast because I have to go to Waco for a doctor's appointment. Then it will be the weekend and those always go by way too fast. And then it will be time to move. I am more sad than I let on. It is easier that way. For instance...tonight I was standing at the microwave waiting for my black beans to finish heating and I started thinking about living in Virginia. I felt the prickle of tears in my eyes and I quickly thought of something else. I don't want to cry now...I will do that later!

Well...I suppose that I should get back to my packing. The sooner I get back to it the sooner I will be done with it!