Packing and Moving

What is it about moving that drives so many to panic?  Is it the loss of a safe space? The feeling of not having a home?

Whatever it is, I am firmly in the midst of a full on stress panic.  Sure, I have a timeline and a van booked.  When I was beginning to worry about finding boxes, a whole set magically appeared on my doorstep, like a wish from a moving box fairy!  The actual act of packing has sent me over the edge.  I am an organized person, but this process confounds even my best of intentions, of the 4 boxes I first packed, 2 are a random assortment of necessities and books.  If there is one thing I have in every box, it is a book, hidden in every corner of my apartment, I have a collection that cannot be contained by 2 bookshelves.  

As I pack more and more, I realized that transitions such as moving are only slightly organized chaos.  My hope is that as I pack I can accept that moving is not organized, and it is hard to neatly put away years of memories and life into a few cardboard boxes.  There is no way to re-create the community I have here, but I can take some of the lessons I have learned and add to them as I journey forward.