As a woman I often find my self packing days if not weeks in advance for a trip away. Unlike someone I could mention (Yes Alex that means you) who can pack the DAY of leaving and still have everything they need in a concise little bag that weighs next to nothing.
Me on the other hand, I'm beyond disorganised, I will always, always forget something. I once went to stay with my Dad for a few days and forgot to pack any knickers at all. So needless to say I've been packing for Uni...for months. I for one do not want to turn up at freshers week only to relises all my underwear is still neatly folded...oo alright crumpled in a ball.. in my top draw back home.
The only problem with this is that the more I try to pack things the more they seem to escape their boxes and reappear in my room. I'm forever repacking my books at the moment as every time I decide this is the last time I go rummaging for that book that I just have to read right now I suddenly realise I need another book... that just so happens to be in the bottom of the box, soon once again I'm sat on the spare room floor; buried up to my knees in books and about to cry when I realise I'm going to have to repack it AGAIN!
Maybe I should just get Mum to do it.....
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