Seeing your room empty while your suitcases become fuller and fuller is a strange feeling. I’ve been putting off the task of packing up my wardrobe and life into two checked bags, a carry-on, and a personal item because I knew it would be difficult to decide what to take. After all, do my brown old navy flip-flops really have to stay home while the black ones wave goodbye to America? Can’t they both go? No. Unfortunately, hard as I try, I cannot possibly fit everything I own into just four pieces of luggage. Don’t I wish!
Instead, I’ve been whittling down, item by item, my belongings and judging the need to take them based on random pieces of merit. When did I wear this last? Would I be sad if I got to Japan and didn’t have this? Will I ever wear this again? (Okay, maybe I haven’t been asking the last one much… I’ve pretty much Goodwill-ed every item I have to ask that question about.) Trying to choose between my beloved brown zebra-striped hobo bag and my green catch-all purse is almost unfair. But slowly and surely I am getting there.
There’s a load of laundry in the washer right as I type this and after I dry them all of my clothes that are going to Japan will be chosen… at least mostly. Tomorrow will entail me unpacking the suitcases that are already brimming over the top (yes, the extender is already unzipped…oh, gosh!) and repacking them in hopes of making more room. I also need to take them somewhere and weigh them so we don’t have any unfortunate surprises Friday morning at the airport. I can handle an extra $50 a bag for twenty more pounds. But I refuse to pay $450 to go over 70 pounds a bag. No way! I’m not made out of money, as my mom would say to my younger brother and I when we were kids.
Tonight is a last dinner all together as a family at a local food establishment. Life just keeps getting weirder!