Packing and Goodbyes

So I've been home for the last few days entertaining myself with activities like going to the drive-in, watching zoolander, eating cafe rio, and basking in sunshine with some of my favorite people. Life is good. However, as much as it pains me to say it, I kind of miss Provo. I'm going back in the morning, so the feeling will be short-lived, but I am ashamed to admit it nonetheless. Provo really has become my home. Another sad realization of my life. 

Anywho, while recovering from efy, I have managed to successfully procrastinate packing, which is part of why I came home in the first place. Packing is one of those things in life that no one ever really does until they absolutely have to. I keep telling myself I have to because I'm working for the next three weeks and then I leave, but that doesn't seem to make my bins magically organize themselves. If I pack, then reality has to hit and then I'll have to start saying goodbye. In case you didn't know, saying goodbye is probably my least favorite thing in the entire world. I don't enjoy making an emotional spectacle of myself, and I usually do when it comes to goodbyes. So I'll probably just keep procrastinating that packing until I trick myself into thinking I'm emotionally stable enough to face the reality that I'm actually leaving.