Indulge me...

...for just a moment while I complain.  I really try not to grumble too terribly often (except when it's hot, in which case I'm a total baby).  I like to be as positive as I can.  Just ask my dear friend Andrea.  I sometimes frequently get made fun of for it.

But I loathe packing.  Packing and unpacking are 2 of my least favorite things in life.  Unfortunately, when I do one, I know the other isn't too far behind.

I'm pruning my closet (can I say that?), and as I pull things from the hangers, I'm trying to decide which clothes I really love and ditching the others here in Austria.  I made this crazy goal of going back with one less bag than I came with.  At first, I thought I was nuts, but I think I'm actually going to make it!

Two last things:  I was sorting some of my workout t-shirts into the throw-away pile, when I almost tossed my sole article of orange clothing.  Then I remembered I'm going to OSU now and better keep that sucker.  Also, who would have ever imagined a pair of socks could have sentimental value?

Grace and peace,
Hilary