Packing, Rollerblading and Attacking Dogs

Packing. Who even likes packing? I know I don’t, but the prospect of why I am packing is the best part, whether it being a very much needed vacation (and I mean needed) or moving back home from college. It’s the getting back part that sucks. So, now I am home and I am unpacking everything. With all the junk I have in my room, I find that unpacking the actual stuff that I use ten times harder.

 So what have I been doing this week? Throwing away the junk I horded and giving away the clothes I haven’t worn in so long that I couldn’t even tell a person when I last wore them. I found all kinds of nick nacks! Sadly, most of them were broken or completely useless. One of the toys that I found was a toy car that could be taken apart. My first thought was sweet! I started playing with it for a couple of minutes and tried to remember how to take it apart. It reminded me of that time when I got it out of a McDonald’s kid’s meal a couple years ago. It went into the useless pile. I know, I am a dork for playing with my old toys, but to be honest I like it that way. I mean really, is it any fun to be perfect? I didn’t think so.

How long does something like this take? I mean calculating all the time that I’ve spent figuring out if I could fix, playing with, or just not even knowing what to do with the objects I have found … I have not a clue. All I know is that I have been doing this since last Thursday night. Yes, I have taken breaks and stopped working at it for a while, but this endless rearranging and trying to fit everything in my room feels like it is taking eternity.

So did I keep at it today, and try to be done with all this shenanigans? Nope. I woke up thinking that I would, but plans change and this time it did. This morning my mom was making popovers, and while she was, my sister, and I were sitting at the table talking about our plans today. My sister started talking about how she wanted to go rollerblading since it was her day off, and it got me thinking about my day.

I was going to be holed up in my tiny room moving things around and figuring out where I could put them. I wasn’t even going to enjoy the beautiful weather. I am not a crazy person, even though sometimes I do question my sanity, I just really wanted to have two feet in my room where I could actually see the carpet. So after eating my popover, which was amazingly delicious, I went back up to my room and started my task again.

When my sister asked me if I was going to go with her or not long after, I realized that I was going to say no. Not because I didn’t want to, but because I figured that I should finish unpacking. And with that, I grasped the fact that I was going to go against what I said I would do, and on the first day as well. And that was not going to happen.

So instead of unpacking, I went rollerblading. Turns out I am completely out of shape, and I truly mean completely. It didn’t help that during our excursion, there were two big dogs that started chasing us. Well, I mean not completely chasing us because then it sounds like I was rolling for my life when really I wasn’t. It was all taken care of when my sister came to save the day and yelled no to them.

Reminder to self, no means no even to dogs, and that big sisters always know how save younger sisters. It’s basically a fact. I decided afterward that since I am not working very much this week, I would have enough time to unpack. So I didn’t unpack at all today, and I enjoyed every bit of it, even the part where I was chased by dogs on rollerblades.