Packing.

I hate this time of year. The transition between school and home. When everything at school is packed, most of the friends are gone, and your RA is breathing down your back to get you checked out of your room.

This year is extra weird for me, as I get to move into a friend's house, then to Colorado for a week (for summer class), then back into my friend's house, then home. It's weird and a burden on a lot of people, and I hate it. I hate being a burden in general, really, but I especially hate it when it's something like this.

Why do things have to play out like this? We have to spend our last week taking tests and packing all our belongings into a few boxes for easy transport, when we'd rather be with our friends, just doing nothing. There's only so many times you can say 'I hate packing' (I think I'm on number 37) and you can only put it off for so long before you're suddenly looking at a still completely unpacked room just a half hour before you have to leave. Not that this has ever happened to me, of course.

It's been a great year, though, and I'm thankful for everything about it. Friends, both new and old, the traveling (to Iowa, mostly) that I've gotten to do, and just the experience in general. Life's been pretty good to me for the past nine months, I really can't complain.

Now, to finish packing...