wide eyed leaver, always going.

i really hate packing. the idea of rolling away my clothes (yes, i roll them. it takes up less space) makes me super depressed. i know that it shouldn't. because they are just clothes. but they are also memories, i guess. a lot has happened this past year. in these clothes. i graduated high school in these clothes. i turned nineteen. i started college. i met some of the greatest people i have ever known in these clothes. i experienced love and loss. i laughed and i cried in these clothes. i grew closer with my family and friends in these clothes. i figured myself out, learned a lot, grew up, fucked up, made good decisions and bad choices in these clothes. and i learned how to appreciate my life more than i thought was possible. in these clothes. just like the memories you make, and the clothes you own, you have to pack them all away eventually.

*tip for future packers: you only wear about 2/7 of the clothes that you actually bring to college. so pack lightly.