Five Theories on a Day-Early Late-Night Packing

I'm not leaving for Minnesota until Saturday, except tonight is the night I am up late* packing. I wish I could say it's because I am going to party it up with all my friends tomorrow night in a huge going-away bash, but that would be a huge lie. Partly because, hello, we are juniors now, and that makes us Too Cool to make a big deal out of going away to college. Right? But that's not the reason for my frenzy tonight, and I'm not entirely sure what is. Here are my best theories:

1. I've been packing since May, and the end is finally in sight. Let me explain: I packed to come home in May, then once I was home, I never had a full chance to unpack all my things at once, and my summer job entailed staying at my grandma's during the week, so I had to pack and repack and pack and repack four times a week, every week. That was frustrating and stinktastic and I learned a lot of lessons, one of which is: don't you ever do that again. I'll detail later when I'm not just angry about it all.

Anyway, going back to school--regardless of which feels more like "home"--is at the least a stable place to live for nine months (give or take a few vacations home and a month in Spain, *fingers crossed*). The sooner I pack, the sooner we can get going, the sooner my life isn't an endless parade with the green duffel bag I've had since second grade--have never been able to find one I like better, so I use it and love it still, even though it flakes off pieces of aqua plastic like that's its job.

2. I have a ton of running around to do tomorrow. This includes shopping, selling things to Half-Price, hopefully dropping off books with a cousin, and visiting my 96-year old great great aunt who I swear will outlive us all, even the cockroaches. So it'd be nice to get out of the house and do all that and not have to worry about rushing home to pack.

3. I want to GET TO SCHOOL already. I've been waiting for a long time, I've been getting things in order and sending off emails, picking up and dropping classes, puzzling when I can fit various things into my schedule. But there are so many unknowns. I'm going to be the President of the Spanish House, and I don't even know what my house looks like yet! I have no idea how long it will take to get from my house to campus, when I have time and when I am running late and when it is snowing. I don't know who my housemates are. I am nervous about speaking Spanish all the time and being in a leadership position--neither of these things are something I'm comfortable with, but I know I can do them, and I really want to be able to. I just want it all to get started!, so I can get various logistics out of the way and get down to the meat of the semester and my various obligations.

Since I can't answer any of the questions yet, my mind jumped on what I can do now to prepare, which is pack pack pack. And then pack some more.

4. I'm bored. I've been bored. It's summer, you're supposed to get bored. I'm not complaining about the bored, that's fine. Just saying, packing was something to do.

5. Finally, If I pack now, less chance of forgetting things? With any luck. To Minnesota is a long way from Pittsburgh.

* - Okay, okay, you caught me. Normally, yes, I am up this late anyway. But I happen to be using the time for packing, so it counts!

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Hi. I'm Caroline and I am a Blogger. Most things in life come secondary to sports. I like books, puppies, LOLcats, my car, and I'm majoring in Spanish, mostly so I can go to Spain and look at pretty men and women naked on the beach...but partly to teach it. I dislike real cats (maybe), hot weather, cleaning, and I think people who cannot drive should stay home because it hurts my throat screaming at them (for the record, this is less of a problem in Minnesota than Pittsburgh). I believe gay people are people.

I grew up in Pittsburgh and something possessed me to go to a small-town college in Minnesota. Though it's about to be the start of my third year, I haven't yet decided if that was a devil or an angel that took possession, so maybe I'll figure that out here. Sometimes it feels like I narrow down to what parts of me are Pittsburgh, and what parts are Minnesota, and that can feel like a whole big metaphor for my childhood and my adulthood. But sometimes I'm just annoyed with packing up and moving back and forth *points to messy room somewhere in the middle of the process* because it feels like that's what my life narrows down to, moving back and forth, back and forth.

I think that's all you need to know for now.