Denial...It ain't a river

Well, the packing is not going well. I move out, for good, in less than a month, with many classes, appointments, and traveling between now and then. I just can't seem to make myself get out the boxes and tape and start doing it. I have been telling myself that it was because I didn't want to live in a messy, unorganized house, but I think that has been a lie. My house is currently messy and unorganized due to all of the packing things laying around.

When I moved out of my classroom, all of my (5 years worth of) stuff moved into my office. I think it has grown roots through the floor and into the earth. I've also bought odds and ends and just never found a place to put them, so they are all living in my dining room. I have a pantry, refrigerator, and separate freezer full of food that something must be done with, but I convinced myself that I have nothing to eat. So, I went to HEB yesterday and loaded up some more. Maybe I'll get the pantry packed and to the food bank soon...sure.

I think that my not packing is one more attempt at trying to ignore how difficult it is going to be for me to leave my friends and move back home. If I don't start packing, I won't start hurting...