I should really call them cardboard boxes, but that sounds less whimsical and more like reality.
In 7 weeks, I will be moving back to Draper and I'll make the 2 hour commute to class as needed until graduation on April 25. I am taking advantage of the down time I have now to start packing up the things I can live without. Of course, I don't know where these boxes are going, so I also have to pack according to temperature. I can't put my expensive Bath & Body Works candles in a box that's going to end up in some outdoor storage unit, that's for sure!
I went around taking pictures today so I could start taking down the decorations and such, which has made me uncharacteristically sad about this. I usually welcome change. I'm usually so excited for the next adventure. Somehow, I've come to the point where I don't want this adventure to end. It may be due to the fact that this is the longest time I have lived in one place (excluding growing up in my parent's house) and I have grown to love my home. I loved going home to my family and my big city, but it was always so nice to drive back to my home in Price, where all my things were waiting for me.
I don't know where I will end up next. I find that scary, yet terribly exciting. The possibilities are huge! This is a wonderful thing about nursing; I can go anywhere in the world and find a job. But this makes me wonder how to pack. Should I pack according to necessity? Pack according to room? Usefulness? Importance? Should I toss the insignificant stuff? I am packing 19 months worth of stuff and memories into cardboard boxes, and I don't know their end destination.
When I moved to this tiny town in July of '12, I wished for the day that I would leave it. I made count-down chains and plans for my far off future. Now that it is time to move to the next chapter, I almost wish I could flip back a few pages and stay here just a little longer. Crazy how you grow attached to places you never thought you would miss.