The packing vortex
If I spent the time it took me to draw this actually packing, I’d be in a much better place right now.
Deciding what to keep, what to bring, what to donate, and what to throw away is a lot harder than I thought it would be. Especially when you find a big box of old photos, start looking through them and slip into a black hole of happy/sad memories. Then you finally look up and realize 3 hours have somehow gone by.