Confessions of an over packerPosted: January 21, 2013
Sorry it’s been so long since my last post–you must be devastated, I’m sure–but my hiatus is justified. The past few days I’ve been moving everything back up to Cornell for spring semester. Settling in has been a process, mostly because I have inordinate amounts of shit. That I don’t really need, but I think I must have in order to be happy.
I think I have some kind of condition or something. No matter what the occasion–a weekend trip or a month-long winter break–I always bring ENTIRELY too much with me. In the words of my mother, “Samantha, you do NOT need to bring this much shit!” But you know what? I do. For some reason, I do. I need to bring every pair of jeans with me. I need 9 of the same color t shirt. I need to bring my bathing suit, even though it’s the middle of January. I need to have options.
Not only that, but I need to bring other shit too. Books that I won’t read. Candles that I won’t light. Pictures I’ll never hang or put in frames. Little knick knack boxes that I’ll never put anything in. SERIOUSLY, WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME. Is there a 12 step program for this?
To show just how bad of shape I’m in, I took pictures of my car after I was packed. Thank god I didn’t have to bring any friends up with me…
Do I really need all this stuff? Yes, yes I do.