Packing

I'm having my first legitimate packing experience. In the past I was either too little to really pack and the last time I moved (being when I moved here), I literally could fit all my stuff in a bag. I moved on Sunday, books mainly. Today, I packed up more of my things. My rooms seems to be slowly disappearing. All my pictures, radio, and posters that once littered my room are gone. I've gone through boxes of keepsakes and discarded what I don't want anymore as well as made a box of unmentionables exes, filled with cards, pictures and old notes. More importantly I have a box of best friends. Currently, I have many notes from Brooke and a few from Krissy that I've ran across.
My final conclusion with packing? I'm not a fan.