i'm packing. sort of. mostly i'm just wandering around my room, thinking about how strange it'll be for somebody else to inhabit this room. when i look around my room, there isn't a single object in it without meaning to me. very few things purchased, most things are gifts or hand-me-downs from my mom, or great aunts, or cousins + other family. and to think that someone else will be here feels like a hallucination.
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