Pack, Unpack, Repack, Unpack

Well, I survived Christmas and New Years, including all the parties, the food, and the travelling. I got home yesterday afternoon after a harrowing drive through Edmonton with no power steering. When you have no power steering fluid, it's all about the wide turns and the muscle power (which, sadly, I'm lacking). The worst part about going on holidays is the unpacking at the end, so my giant suitcase remains perched on my bed. It will probably move from my bed to the floor and back again numerous times over the next couple of days, until I get so fed up that I....drag it into the kitchen. My philosopy is why make the extra effort? Just use what you need as you need it, and eventually the suitcase/cosmetics bag/backpack will empty itself. If my mom is reading this, she is probably cringing right about now, Jamie is shaking her head in disbelief, and Joy is in total agreement. (Don't deny it Joy, I've seen your room...) Happy New Year everyone, and may your wildest resolutions come true!