I have reached that point in the packing process where I just stand in the middle of my room and stare at everything, hoping it will all jump into its appropriate place. I have one bag packed, one of three (well, four if you count my bike that I have to disassemble and pack up in its massive box). This one bag is heavy. Like, it's filled with books. And come on, how many purses does a girl need for three months? In my case, I need six, perhaps five, but that may mean I will have to buy another once I arrive at my destination. Choosing the perfect six wasn't as difficult as I had assumed in the beginning, I own about a dozen or so [we'll change that to more like, a couple dozen], but there are a three in particular I cannot live without. They are the special occassion purses, the ones that I could have purchased a new computer with if, er, someone did trade-ins on computers for, uh, purses. These are purses women stare at whilst I am walking down the street, the purses that attract so much attention they could have their very own reality show, or at least have a cameo in one. Seriously, they are perfection.

Packing clothes is quite difficult since we are in the middle of a transition in seasons, I am not sure yet what my summer wardrobe will be. Honestly, I am not sure I can fit in my next suitcase, what I have set aside to pack. Crap. This sucks. I also keep telling myself that I can always just buy new stuff, talking myself into shopping is the very last thing I need to be doing right now. I have bills to pay, like many many bills – basically I am paying bills for two people. The Canadian me in Vancouver and the American me in California. Crap. I'm totally screwed man. But oh baby, the American me is gonna be so happy when those purdy sandals I CANNOT stop thinking about [dude, I have been blogging about them almost on a daily basis], are strapped to my feet. OMG, I just had a great thought, about how lovely my purses will look with those sandals. Ok, I have issues.