Packing up is very frustrating. I’ve never realized how many things I accrue in a given period of time, and I don’t really care about any of it. It’s just stuff. I keep a lot of it because I’m expected to, because it’s what people do, because someone gave it to me, because because because.
Funny thing is that I really don’t have very much, especially compared to my roommates. It’s insane to see how much one person can have and still never touch. Sometimes an object is forgotten and a replacement is purchased, even though the original is in the top drawer of the computer desk. I don’t get it.