Packing is an exercise in optimism which eventually, ends in futility.
You never really pack.
You get boxes and tape and make lists and start to pack.
And then you start to pray.
Eventually, you get a big plastic bag for all the little stuff that couldn't be categorized and you can't bring yourself to throw away because 'what if you need it at 3 am on a tuesday' and you rue this moment when you chucked it out.
Lipgloss that a relative brought from abroad that I saved for special occasions, and has now turned rancid, old nailpolish that is perfectly preserved but totally not my color, a magazine I wanted to read last fall that is still lying under my bed are the latest casualties in my war against 'stuff'.
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4 comments:
packing is always fun..lots to look fwd to ..whether ur goin home or to a new place.u can probably put in tht lipgloss,magazine in the side pouches of ur backpack:)))
So thats the end of the first term right... Have a blast in New York City... Can't wait to get there myself... And keep posting... We love reading it... Ciao...
war against stuff...intense!
g3, :) did - stuffed the bag and got it done!!
ghost particle, i KNOW.. :))
to you are the 'king' ;) NY is chilly and beautiful as far as i can see, thanks for the compliments :)
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