Packing Part 2; The Hardest Part!

I'm sorry I haven't been blogging much. I've been going through many personal things, and that seems to be about all I have on my mind. I promised that this wouldn't be a personal blog, so I stayed far away from it so I wouldn't slip into bitching and complaining.

I continued packing yesterday. I started with my clothes, which is the hardest part. I love my clothes. I love all sorts of clothes. I have never been able to have enough clothes either. But you know what, it's true. There were just so many clothes sitting at the bottom of my drawer and closet that I just don't wear anymore. And because there's only a little bit of storage space, I have to cut my wardrobe down.




Doesn't look that bad stacked up like that does it?


How about now, when its in two trash bags?

Granted, a lot of that stuff I didn't wear, but you know what, a lot of it I did. I'm a fan of t-shirts. Easy to wear, and match with converses. My shirt drawer was so stuffed, I couldn't fit another t-shirt in there if I wanted to. Now? I'm down to 15 t-shirts. I know I'm sounding like a whiny brat right now, but by George I loved my t-shirts.