And so it begins

I am now sat amongst a whole hep of rubbish/things in bags/neatly-arranged piles of things. My room is a right tip. The process of packing up my room has started! While I’ve been doing this, I’ve had several “this is harder then I thought” (Monica in the last episode of Friends) moments when all I’ve wanted to do is sit down and cry. I thought I couldn’t cry any more then I have already this week, turns out I was wrong. Each time I’ve said goodbye to a friend I’ve ended up crying. One cupboard is already empty, the bottom of the wardrobe is clearly, bar the clothes, the posters are down from the walls, there are nearly two dustbins sacks full of rubbish and this is only day 1! I’m not leaving till Tuesday, but already I’m dreading driving back up to my parents.
Why does it have to be so hard?