One thing about packing up this apartment that's different than all of the other millions of times I've moved before in my 31 years: THIS TIME ROCKS. WE ARE GETTING OUT OF THE WORST APARTMENTS WE'VE EVER HAD OH DEAR GOD.
Packing is wonderful this time around.
PS- why do I still have a squashed flowery head piece thingie from Renn Fest 2005? That of all things made it 1700 miles across the country?