(Literally - weeks. It's been 8 so far, but who's counting??)
As Chris and I pack up for our last little excursion of the summer to witness some of our dearest friends tie the knot, I can't help but think of how much I don't want to pack right now. Not only do I not really like to pack in general, but packing this summer consists of unpacking my bag, repacking only the stuff I need for the week into the bag, and then packing everything else into my second bag of non-essential things to leave behind. It's not as easy as just grabbing some things from a closet or drawer and throwing them into an empty duffel bag.
I certainly don't want to seem like I'm complaining though because besides the almost constant packing (or repacking) this summer has required, I haven't minded not having a permanent place to live. It's been an adventure so far and I think we've both been pleased with how smoothly this move has been going relative to the last one.
But alas, we leave the house in 2 hours so I've got to go get a bag ready!