I'm packing today.

figuring out what is going into storage and what's coming with me...

i had no idea it would suck so much. the toiletries and linens were easy. the games, DVDs and books were easy. i think the clothes will be easy.

the christmas decorations are harder. figuring out what I have a right to take and what i don't is hard. Do I keep the waterford bowl his mom sent me? what about the kitchen? most of the stuff there is mine...the pots, the plates, the silverware, the glasses...do I take it all and store it, effectively screwing him? Do i leave it and hope that he won't screw me later? do I want to screw him?

The funny thing is, the thoughts on packing are really reflective of how i'm feeling about the whole situation.

I resent that I have to leave. I hate that I have to struggle to find a place to store all of the crap i've managed to collect over the last 5 years. I'm looking forward to the next step, but I wish I had more time to prepare for it.

i have no idea what I'm doing...