By the time I realized how much stuff I had crammed into my tiny apartment, it was too late to stay calm about packing. My move was only two weeks away, and I thought I could get it all done in a few evenings after work. Instead, I found myself surrounded by piles of books, dishes, random cables, and clothes I forgot I even owned. The worst part was that I didn’t have nearly enough boxes, and I kept running back and forth to the store for more supplies. It felt like a never-ending cycle, and I honestly started to worry if I’d even be ready on time.
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It’s funny how the most stressful moments are often the ones you remember most clearly afterward. The frantic rush, the little mistakes, even the unexpected help from a neighbor or friend — they all stick in your memory. Sometimes it feels like those tiny surprises end up shaping how you look back on the whole experience more than the big picture ever doe