Last night, my friend Amy came over and we got on a roll with packing me up! I have 5 garbage bags full of clothes for good will and like 4 or 5 bags of just junk that was upstairs in my spare room. I have everything (except my walk in closet) under total control and it's organized and ready to pack. I just need boxes now, so I'm gonna go harass the food stores today. My OCD kicked in big time, and I was having issues packing but she kicked my butt into gear.
What a relief!
What a relief!