The word produces mixed emotions. Anymore, my emotions are so mixed up I can’t tell black from white or up from down. I want everything packed right NOW, but then don’t want anything to be moved out of place. I want to sit down and cry and hold my cat, but then I roll my eyes feel like driving away. Far away.
Most of the time though, I am fairly sane. It just depends on what moment you catch me in. Don’t worry about me though. I am very excited and all these conflicting emotions are normal. I think.
The other day I didn’t feel like packing, so instead I made a castle out of boxes: :)