Boxes, Bags, and Cleaning, Oh My!

I hate moving. I absolutely hate (!) moving. And packing. But hopefully after the move to Seattle I can relax for a few months. I am freaking a little bit, but what's new. Anxiety attacks on full force right now. My chest hurts. I haven't started packing yet, or even finished cleaning my house (been spending time with someone I probably won't see for awhile) but I got my pad and pen out to make plans. That's the story of my life. I make plans and then something happens and then the plans change and then they go back to the original plans and then I have to scramble. I need to stop letting other people determine my life. Well said, Meghan.