I hate packing. I absolutely hate it.

Not even for the fact that it is a giant hassle, but because I get overly emotional when putting things away. What should take me maybe an hour and a half will take me six because I am overly sentimental about everything. My brain insists on reminiscing as soon as it processes something being put into a box.

I know for a fact that I will end up looking through the photo album Blake made for me multiple times over the next week. And I will probably end up crying. Not even probably. I will definitely end up crying. Because I am a sap like that.

One more week, southern California.