A small miracle has occurred: as of 1:34 p.m., I am 90% packed. All that remains is toiletries, electronics, and the random little bits of crap that are the bane of existence to all who pack. I am a professional procrastinator especially when it comes to packing. I have never vacated an apartment or a dorm room without rushing to put things in boxes up to the very last second before leaving for good. Also, I haven’t moved in six years without Tim’s help and his ability to pack is magical. In my last move, he got three-quarters of the contents of my apartment into the trunk of my car.

I packed early on purpose so that I can get my Paris on for the next two days. I feel cheated that I am leaving even though it was I who decided to cut out early. I just got used to being here and having “my” places. Plus, there are still things in Paris I haven’t visited yet:
• St. Sulpice
• L’orangerie
• Père Lachaise
• The vitrines de noël at the Grands Magasins

All that plus closing the cable account, the bank account, and the electric account…I guess I still am a procrastinator.