I have a love/ hate relationship with packing.
I love it since it implies I'm going somewhere. I hate it since it can be such a schlepp!
At first I'm overwhelmed by the task and PROCRASTINATE!
Anything is more important than packing!
Then my realistic side kicks in and I make a half-hearted attempt to start.
Then the task doesn't seem that bad except... I have way too much - I need to cut back.
PROCRASTINATION time until it becomes PANIC time.
Now, all of a sudden all the rules and original order are tossed out and I finally finish packing.
I'll only know when I get there what I've missed in the frenzy...
My friend knows how to pack!