STUFF.

As in, holy crap do I have a lot of stuff. I've packed all but one shelf of books that I want to keep, 90% of the clothes I'm keeping that aren't coming with me to Europe, along with lots of other random crap, and it just - it seems to multiply. I'm gonna try to get the bathroom done tonight - ambitious, yes, but I think I can make it happen - but for some reason I'm having a ridiculously hard time making decisions. Just in general, I think, it's been an issue for me since Mom died. When Mom was sick and right after she died, I was having to make all these decisions, big and small, and all the minutiae seemed to build up and get really overwhelming. And now even with decisions that ought to be fun, I still put them off just... I dunno. To attempt to delay the pressure, I guess. It's just more stuff thrown into the mix.

But if I'm keeping stuff and it's not coming with me to Europe, it's gotta be packed up for the 11th - less than a week away. So decisions are gonna have to be made. Even if it is a giant pain in the ass. Soon it will be over, and Lord knows I cannot wait for that.