Stuff to pack.
Stuff to move.
Stuff to get rid of.
Stuff to do.
Stuff I keep putting off.
The walls are closing in.
The bestie is going to be in charge of kicking my ass into gear to finish up some stuff. I am finally allowing someone to help me.
That's a whole other bunch of stuff. The emotional stuff.
Letting go of stuff in all forms.
If only there was less stuff to deal with.