I am beginning to pack for moving. Going though things. Purging. Reorganizing. Painting. This might be the soonest I’ve begun packing; I usually leave it to the last two days. Maybe it’s because I am so ready to be out of here. The excitement I’d been expecting isn’t there, though. I’m mainly just anxious. I can’t wait for all this to be over. And hopefully onto a more joyful season of life.