As of yesterday, June 21st, I've passed the one month mark and counting ever so attentively now as the days slowly wean by. I haven't even begun to rummage through my various piles of unassorted and entangled clothes, not to mention the subsequent process of categorizing them into their respective seasons. Quite honestly, the inevitable fate of having to spend hours upon hours of packing, stuffing, tossing and more stuffing, thrills me to the point of....nothing. How great would it be to strap on a fanny pack (are those ever making a comeback?) for those rudimentary essentials and an all-purpose backpack of unlimited capacity for the other necessities in my life?
Too great. And greatly impossible.
In the meantime, I guess I can begin by tossing. Tossing out the old in preparation for accumulation of the new.
