So today is a day for Packing: the First Round.
Unfortunately... I don't know what to pack. In the end, I hope to bring roughly half my worldly possessions due to their cruciality in my daily routine. This hope will involve at least ten teetering negotiations with the four flights of stairs dividing me from the parking garage.
It doesn't help that the stairs always smell vaguely of urine. That sad state of olfactory affairs discourages me from breathing. Not breathing doesn't help my balance; neither do stairs.
So far I've packed two shirts, two pair of jeans, a towel, and my textbooks. That sounds like a beginning, right? Except that my suitcase is already full. Or 3/4 full, which is a bit ridiculous really. I had thought it a little more spacious-- that it would fit a slightly larger percentage of my worldly goods. Perhaps this inauspicious beginning is the towel's fault-- it's too fluffy. Or the textbooks'; there are 6.
Luckily my mother has bought for me a much larger suitcase-- but I don't have it in Austin.
In the end, I guess trash bags will have to supply my suitcase's failings.
