Packing has killed me

Taking a break from attempting to pack my life for the next 9 months into two backpacks.
Correction. Letting my mumma take a break from packing my life for the next 9 months into two backpacks. Its a diaster zone and I'm sure I'll end up on the other side of the world with no two socks that match...jumpers with holes....one of several pairs of shoes. I. Hate. Packing.

Finished up work yesterday with lots of tears to bid farewell to my favourite Remax girls (and boys) ....today is solely dedicated to packing, my last game of Coolum Touch Football for awhile and finding my passport....somewhere.