An Ugly Realization

 It's been too many days since I've written something and I'm breaking my own promises to myself. Self- you're so unreliable. In the last week I'm managed to make a great recovery and rid my dreaded crutches. I had a crack in the head of my femur right in my hip socket and was forced by doctors to be non weight baring for what has seemed like FOREVER. In real time, it was/3 1/2 weeks. Either way, they are gone and it's one less thing to worry about. 

 Along with that I've been preparing for my move. Can I just take a second and say UHHHHGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG. I realized today while packing with a friend that this move has been the one move I've actually contributed to. I packed all my clothes. That's it. It sounds a lot more pathetic having written that out, it seems way more rewarding to see all of my boxes laying on the ground stacked and ready to be hauled away. You know, this brings up a great point I've been trying to get across to myself for years now. No human should have as much crap as I do. I'm starting to wonder if I have pack rat syndrome. Hhhmm. It wasn't until I started offering clothes to my friend and said "are you sure you don't want it, I've only worn it once and when I bought it, I had to have it." She looked at me puzzled and said.. "ahh, you're one of those." I then proceeded to tell her about how for 2 weeks I bought new clothes because I lacked the mental ability to do laundry.  That brings us back to my problem while going thought this next move. I am realizing yet again I have too much crap.