05.02.03
I'm not going to lie. I am a procrastinator.
I hate moving so much that I put off completing the packing until the last possible moment, which is always more than early enough to get things together.
Dad, on the other hand, is one of those pack-ahead sort of people. So, today is quite frustrating to him, as half of my bedroom is still in need of being put in the boxes and taped shut, and I move on the 5th.
It'll be fine, though. I swear.
This method has yet to fail in the 57-thousand other times I have moved, so I doubt it's going to cut out now.
What's in your head?