A rite of passage. That was a wonderful way to put it, about packing/unpacking and moving!
I, like yourself, have moved many times since I came to the States more than 35 years ago. It is ironic that I never moved once before the big inter-continent move, not even for college - I lived at home and walked to my college.
Fast forward, I just spent days packing and unpacking last month, not for my own move, but to help my 90-year-old mother move. And I clearly had a different idea than she when it comes to what to pack and what to let go. It is a story for another day.
I don’t think I have kept anything that I brought on my initial trip. What I have are memories and mental images, those I now work hard to bring them live in words.
I still sleep with the same fleece camping blanket I brought to Japan 26 years ago. It is thinner than before, but there are no holes yet. I still have some shirts from thirty years ago, which have miraculously survived time and changes in fashion. And, of course, I have many books that have followed me over the years. Don't give away your books. I miss each one I left behind.
This is such a moving piece. It really is hard to let go of things as they over lap a great deal of emotions. Sounds like you are finding a way through. Wonderful
A rite of passage. That was a wonderful way to put it, about packing/unpacking and moving!
I, like yourself, have moved many times since I came to the States more than 35 years ago. It is ironic that I never moved once before the big inter-continent move, not even for college - I lived at home and walked to my college.
Fast forward, I just spent days packing and unpacking last month, not for my own move, but to help my 90-year-old mother move. And I clearly had a different idea than she when it comes to what to pack and what to let go. It is a story for another day.
I don’t think I have kept anything that I brought on my initial trip. What I have are memories and mental images, those I now work hard to bring them live in words.
I still sleep with the same fleece camping blanket I brought to Japan 26 years ago. It is thinner than before, but there are no holes yet. I still have some shirts from thirty years ago, which have miraculously survived time and changes in fashion. And, of course, I have many books that have followed me over the years. Don't give away your books. I miss each one I left behind.
This is such a moving piece. It really is hard to let go of things as they over lap a great deal of emotions. Sounds like you are finding a way through. Wonderful