Packing: A Saga

I began packing on Friday, August 25th. As of today, I have two boxes packed, a closet full of clothes that is on the floor, a broken blue suitcase (left in my apartment by a Kruskamp) full of clothing and shoes i want to give away, a shitload of change and multiples of various items including deoderant, chapstick, lotion and hairbrushes.

The only comforting thing about the whole situation is that Jessica is going through the same packing bullshit that I am (although she isn't packing up her entire LIFE and moving ACROSS THE WORLD):

Jessica: seriously. are all apartments this dusty?
Me: mine is. and i have also found a lot of change. i'm going to make a trip to coinstar
Jessica: yeah me too. i have literally found about 50 dollars in quarters. like, it's bad
Me: HAHA. nice.
Jessica: there is fucking dust EVERYWHERE. and not normal dust. like big brown clumps. and ... leaves.
Me: well you have hardwood floors. wait. leaves?
Jessica: how the fuck did THAT happen. yes. leaves.
Me: like the shit that's on trees?
Jessica: yes. i got home and there were like three on my bed. and i keep finding them
Me: okay, THAT is making me laugh
Jessica: what else has been good. long lost shoes. like at least thirty lighters. no joke. a hell of a lot of chapstick. no wonder i have no money. i keep buying the same shit over and over again. i seriously don't know how i got this much stuff in here
Me: HAHAHAHAHHAA. i am half crying and half laughing right now