The Task of Packing.

The task of packing is... bittersweet.

I look at all the things I've accumulated during the school year, and my mind wants to explode.
A mason jar that was once pink, but has run clear with time. Given to me by my roommate.
Mountains of papers that I wrote, that at the time, seemed too great of a task to complete.
Clothes that were once "new" for the beginning of the year, that are now worn to bits.
The increased amounts of velvet hangers I stole from my mom every time I went home.
A hat that I made back in October, when I was dating the boy I thought I'd marry one day.
The thick stack of photos I just pried off my walls seem like they were taken forever ago, yet yesterday.

The task of packing is scary, but worth it in the end...
After I've realized all those memories are there forever.
Looking back on what I've accomplished and who I accomplished it with.
That's what makes me excited for my next adventure.