it was surprisingly easy to pick out which pants i wanted to take with me. i only really have four pairs of jeans that i wear on a regular basis anyway, so that didn't take long.
and then i turned to my closet.
i stood in front of my closet for an embarrassingly long amount of time, running my hands over all of my clothes. it's amazing how many different materials my shirts and vests and sweatshirts are made of. warm and soft and slightly itchy and smooth and flannel.
"take me," cried my blue and red flannel shirt.
"no, take me," said the gray sweater vest.
"you're all useless," said the brown t-shirt. "but i'm not."
i ended up taking all three.
i'm disgusting.
three days to go.
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