i have too much stuff.
unpacking is literally my least favorite thing in the entire world. i have way too much stuff, and my new apartment doesn't exactly have loads of closet space. especially when i have to share that closet space with someone. which, i might add, i have never ever had to do before ever. i've never even shared a room with someone (except for freshman year of college, but even then i had my own closet, and i was only an hour from home so i could easily switch out my clothes every few months.)
add the lack of space (and hangers) to my ocd way of organizing my clothes (by function, fabric, color, occasion, style, etc) and i might be having my first real breakdown.
because crying on the plane doesn't count. obviously.