Six weeks out and the packing begins.
I spent an afternoon sorting Boy’s summer clothes. The blowing snow outside the window added an unexpected bit of irony as I sorted the swimsuits and shorts, trying to decide what will still fit the growing child a year from now. Wrapped, tucked, and sorted, I got his belongings into a medium sized roller, coming in at around 25 pounds. I’ve left him a backpack to fill with whatever possessions he chooses. All together, not a bad effort.
My belongings have been less easy. I have a set of roller suitcases, one large and one that can fit as a carryon. My goal was to pack, just one bag, leaving my backpack for the electronics and schoolbooks. My closet clean out took a bit longer than the Boy’s, and was complicated by the fact that our house is on the market, so I have to keep cleaning up and putting everything away as we show the house. With, everything from the closet spread out on the bed and floor, I tried on, sorted and stacked every bit of summer clothing I own. Deciding what I can make do with for an entire 10 month trip, through cities, campgrounds, and homes of friends, takes hours. Pleased with myself, I fit it all in the larger roller bag, weigh it, and JOY! It is under the airline 50 pound weight limit! I am feeling quite proud of my packing skill as I put everything remaining back into the closet.
To get the suitcase out of the way, before the next house showing, I roll the bag down the hallway and begin to take it downstairs to the basement. After the first flight of stairs, I am ready to throw out the whole thing. There is NO WAY I am going to be lugging this bag for the next year through train stations and airports!!!
Back to the drawing board. I think I’ll go have a cup of tea before I try this again.