Packing Up and Moving Out

I'm in the middle of cleaning out closets and drawers and bookcases and boxes stored in the attic, all because I'm getting married.

I never realized that getting married entailed all this.

I feel like my life is getting turned upside down and inside out and going every which way. I'm going through memories that I haven't thought about in years. I'm also trying on clothes that I haven't worn in years. My closet seemed so full just a couple of hours ago; now it feels barren and empty. Getting rid of the old and ushering in the new. Only, I don't see a closet of new clothes coming my way anytime soon. It just seemed poetic to say that. :)

I'm struggling a little. Trying to find a balance between the Megan that I've known for the past 27 years and the Megan that I am now. Realizing that I have a lifetime of memories and past experiences that are still a part of me and they'll still be with me, even after I change names and move in with a boy.

It's also weird to pack up all my things, knowing that I'm not ever coming back. I've always come back. My whole adult life (up to this point) has been packing up for a year or so at time, taking some memories, some clothes, and bringing back a whole bunch more. Yet, I've always come back. Going through all my stuff it appears that I did a lot of dumping and running during my to-and-fro years -- how did I collect all this crap in such a short time?!?!? But, I've never had to pack up little girl items and memories. Those have stayed home and now I find I'm packing them in a box, labeled "Megan's Childhood". Weird. They are going to be next to another box that will probably be labeled "Kc's Childhood Memories". Wow.

I'm getting married. I'm packing up and moving away. For good.

Huh.