If there’s one thing in life that I despise more than packing, it’s unpacking. I just moved back home for the summer, and let me tell you, I have a ton of unpacking to do. Not only do I have to unpack clothes and dishes and toiletries, I also have to unpack my mind if that makes sense. I was really struggling with a post for today because I’ve been sick with strep throat and a really bad sinus thing. I’ve been staring at all of this stuff that I have to unpack, and I just decided why not write a post all about something that I’m dreading.
Unpacking is no fun because for the past week, I can’t find anything. I can’t find my underwear. I can’t find my shorts. I can’t find my shaving cream. It’s like a game trying to find anything in this mess (as you can see from the picture, I’ve made a complete disaster out of the house).