Not to be self centered or anything, but I’m a damn good freakin’ packer. At this point I’m willing to say I have about 75% of my stuff in the apartment packed and I don’t even have a firm move out date yet. Of the remaining 15%, about 5% of that is furniture that needs to be broken down to move (heil, Ikea) 5% is kitchen crap that I might still use but I’m not sure, and should probably be cleaned before packing and 5% is that stuff you look at and say “Where in hell does this go, categorically?”
Not that I’m really IN LOVE with packing, but once in a while my mother’s math-spacial-cubical-awareness-genetic-handmedown-skills do actually rear their ugly heads.