If packing up and moving out of college after the semester was an Olympic sport, I would come in dead last everytime. No really, they would probably give me a complimentary sticker for participating and tell me to hit the road as fast as possible. After four semesters in college, I still can’t get it right. When my parents come to pick me up to help pack up and ship out, I already know I’ll have too much stuff. It’s a given fact: I suck at moving out.
Maybe it’s my infinite collection of shoes that I keep piled up in my closet all year round, or my tendency to keep every novel, notebook, and textbook from the year piled up at my desk, but when move out times come, I always have too much stuff. We stuff the car until it can officially hold no more, leaving me stuck with a microwave on my lap or a piece of luggage at my feet for the two hour drive home. I won’t lie to you; it’s my fault. I have some packing issues. I tend to be a packrat, to overpack, and to pay for it when it’s time to try and collect myself for move-out. You’d think the second time around, I’d have it down but truth be told, I don’t.
It’s not that I keep everything. In fact, it seems like I throw out a lot. Bless the person who decided to have dumpsters at BC during move-out because they are lifesavers. Things that were new in the fall soon land into the dumpster by the end of the year. Freshman year I was so defensive of throwing away and cleaning out my room, but this year, things will be different (I hope). Maybe it’s because I’ve learned my lesson, maybe it’s because I’d rather not have to travel home jam-packed in a car with all my belongings, or maybe it’s because my mother threatened me. Regardless, I can only try and do my best to move out more smoothly and less chaotically than in the past.
When I moved in this past August, I thought I had it down on what to bring and what to leave home. Spoiler alert: joke is on me. Everytime I went home this year for any of the various breaks, it seemed like I was schlepping back more and more clothes each time. The problem was that after bringing all these clothes home, I would just collect more from home and bring them back to BC. This ongoing clothes cycle has left me staring at a closet full of clothes that I now have to move back home for a final time. Somebody wish me luck getting this all back to Connecticut.
Perhaps what this all boils down to is that I suck at the details leading up to moving out: storing, packing, and consolidating everything I have. At move out time, you’ll probably see my father and I attempting to carry down bags and bags of clothes down the Vandy stairwell. Ironically, I’m moving back into Vandy in the fall… can’t I just leave all my stuff there? That would save me a lot of time and trouble, BC ResLife, because let’s face it: I suck at moving out. Anyone who knows how to move out well, please help a girl out.
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