Posts Tagged ‘packing’

So the countdown has been happening whether I’ve been acknowledging it or not. And yesterday I got to the point where I had to tell people I’m leaving “tomorrow”. Not a number, like 2 days or 6 days or even 18. It was so close I had to use an actual descriptive term. Dang.

But now tomorrow is today. And we get on a plane tonight at 6pm, to start the 23 hour flight “adventure”, and by adventure I mean, damnnn thats some long flights. A four hour one and then a 5 hour layover and then 15 more hours. I’ve got some books. Bought a Murakami – “Kafka on the Beach”, and going to attempt the monster that is Les Miserables, because I can’t resist a long book and this one is almost fatter than it is tall, in paperback. Victor Hugo sure showed up Balzac in pure weight of a book with this one.

In terms of the perpetual luggage packing saga…it is still not done. Or rather I’m playing the weigh game. Shift items, weigh suitcases—too heavy…shift again…still the same items so of course its still too heavy…agonize over what to take out…begrudgingly take out 4 shirts and a dress…weight again and realize 5 items of dress do not weigh the 5 pounds I’m going over by….scheme some more.

The result of my scheming is that it only costs 50$ for an overweight bag between 50-70lbs. So me and Tina are just going to load all our excess poundage into one really ridiculously heavy suitcase. Problem solved.

So I’ve run all my errands. Snuck mac and cheese and tiny boxes of cereal in my bags. Got all the pepto bismal and mylanta that my poor heartburn-wracked body will ever need. Have art to take with me including Johnny Cash, playground prints, and retro spacemen. I hope to get some more while I’m in Taiwan, Asia is the homeland of printmaking after all. I’ve made my 10000 phone calls to banks and whatnot, and Sprint surprisingly wasn’t terrible about letting me cancel my cellphone contract, hurrah. I’ve emptied the basement of the overflowing wreck that was my possessions and now they are sitting in one corner, diminished to about 6 boxes. I’ve bequeathed my hairblowdryer to Kathryn who gleefully ran away with it…too bad now that I have the luggage weight thing fixed I’m going to want it back…never trust generous presents from your own sister, hehe. I’ve bought two workbooks of english problems for 1-4th graders…this will make me able to teach instantly right? I still haven’t figured out how I’m going to do that.

I think that’s it.

Isn’t it?

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Not the victorian kind of consumption, with the fainting chairs and pale cheeks, but more of the”why do I have so much crap” kind. And the need to still hold on to it, despite all sane reasons.

As you can tell.

I’ve been packing….-ish.

The packing for Taiwan is a little more extensive than just filling two suitcases. In addition to doing that, I have 4 years of a hodgepodge of boxes from my dorm room/things that didnt fit in my dorm room later/things in my room from before the dorm room/things in kathryn’s room from when she usurped my bedroom when I left for college/things I bought, hoarded, saved.

In facing this giant mountain of stuff, I hope to pare it down a bit. And pare I have! I now have 15 empty boxes —15!. Where did all those things go? Some to goodwill, some into new water/mold/animal proof tubs I bought, some into the trash…because who needs socks from 5th grade and dried up jellyroll pens. I feel like that Clean House program needs to come give me money for doing the job without them.

Still though I have things that I have no idea what to do with. Wooden canvas stretchers, paper lanterns, the beginnings of a quilt, my Baby-Sitters Club board game….any takers? That one might just go into my collection of 80’s board game kitsch along with Mall Madness and cold-war Trivial Pursuit (where last summer we learned the answer to all geography questions is USSR).

Another problem entirely. And not so much a problem as a storage issue is my books. Picture an avid reader, who then becomes an english major buying about 50 books every school year, not counting ones for fun, and ones over the summer, and ones given to her, and ones from “can’t pass this up” discount book sales.

Its alot. It’s heavy. and they can’t stay in the basement and die of mold. So currently I have books filling the entire top of my closet, all the shelves in my dresser table, a whole book case, some of the underneath of my bed…

and I just uncovered another ENTIRE freaking suitcase.

Some would say “give some away, donate to the library you’re always blathering on about..etc”

Completely not an option. Plus about 70% have been written in, since I’m a chronic highlighter/notater-(word?). I think writing in your books shows you love them more…and yes I do personify books. So most people don’t want books that already have opinions laid out in them…though I personally think my opinions aren’t half bad.

Today, I’m nearing the actual packing stage…only to discover I need more tubs for the clothes that won’t fit in my suitcase. Crap.

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