All my bags are packed.

And I'm ready to go...well almost...sort of.
What is it about packing that I competely dread?!?
My mom told me today it has to do with my inability to make decisions.
This is probably true.
But the whole concept is pretty easy. Pick out a few articles of clothing, personal hygiene items, and some chargers, put it in a bag, and you're good to go.
But have you ever packed with me?!?
Consider yourself lucky if you have not. I have to go through every single article of clothing. With each article, loads of memories flood to my head. So what, I associate memories with what I was wearing that day. Then I have to think...hmm what kind of thing do I see myself doing wearing this outfit. What kind of message do I convey by wearing this camisol under this t-shirt. What if I meet my future husband wearing this? The questions I must ask myself go on for a while. Amid all the pondering I do need a break. That thing between my ears can't always handle going 100 bazillion miles/hour. So then, I look for some good music, check facebook, maybe blog a bit about how I can't pack, then try and decide which shoes to take. bahhhhh

ok...well I'm almost done, and then I will be ready to go to the big VA.
And have an amazing time. and have all the perfect outfits for the planned activities.
welll....
bon voyage.
to finish packing i go..

Love,
Hannah B

PS sorry this is mostly me just rambling on!