Post-packing

I've spent most of today cleaning the bathroom, trying to find spots in almost-completely-full boxes to fit small random objects, and sweating.

My hair is a wreck, I'm not wearing makeup, and I feel icky, dirty, and dusty. But, almost everything is in a box, and those things that aren't will be tomorrow. My mom's coming up, even though Friday is my last day. It's going to be so good to talk to her and to eat a meal with another person, versus by myself, even with this huge fear of being suspended hanging over my head.

I just can't wait to be out of here.