To pack or not to pack...

So the packing has commenced, as I will be moving in just over a week, and needless to say my stress level has increased substantially with that deadline looming. My family has generously offered to come up and help me move, and while I am grateful for the assistance, I am also hesitant about what will surely be their forthcoming opinions.

Bring on the judgements. My mother will comment about my eleven boxes of books, (why don't you just go to the library? No one needs this many books!) my father will comment about my totes of clothing, (if you did your laundry more often you wouldn't need this many clothes, right?) my brother will complain about my over-sized furniture, (this china hutch is huge! are you trying to kill me?) and one of my sisters will inevitably say something about my having a two bedroom apartment of junk to myself. I am truly considering stashing a few things before the family shows up to help me move, because I am that desperate to avoid the judgmental comments. It is like those perfect women that have to clean their house before the maid shows up because they don't want the maid to think they are dirty.

Sounds pretty insecure, right? I guess it is. See the thing is, I like my stuff. I like having tons of clothes and shoes, I like having lots of books and movies, and granted sometimes I feel like I have too much stuff, but that just gives me an excuse to clean and organize every now and then.

So here we go. Hopefully I can handle this. I guess we shall see...