Reality setting in
Six days until it's time to be on my way again. The last two weeks I've planned and prepared my flat to be packed up and all the time I've tried to adjust to the idea of leaving. But it hasn't felt like reality so much yet. Last night, though, I dreamed I was sitting in my room at my parents' place after it had been emptied. There was a desk with nothing on it or in the drawers. The wardrobe doors were open but there was nothing in them. And in the morning I remembered again the feeling that follows after you have done everything else, and the only thing left to be done is leaving.
That feeling sucks. But it's something you have to get over and just go. The odds are something great is waiting behind the corner, which you will miss if you let the not-so-great feelings take over.
The picture above gives an accurate picture of my packing method: going through the closets one can find clothes that have been overlooked for a while and come up with new outfit ideas. Which obviously doesn't make the packing any easier since you find new use for old clothes: no point throwing them away so there has to be a way to fit them in with everything else that is coming with me...