While a post such as this seems incredibly hackneyed, it also serves as a fairly honest character sketch. Additionally, it breaks the monotony of packing, which takes a surprisingly large amount of concentration for me. Jena, on the other hand, can listen to the chaotic announcers of the World Cup at a moment like this. How does she do it?
I will miss my
- King of the Hill shirt of Hank's disturbed face with the words, "That boy ain't right!"
- penlight from childhood that fell into a toilet bowl
- acryilic watchcap in hunter-orange
- photocopy of Vonnegut's short story "The Euphio Question" (This story inspired the name of my noise band in college, The Ufio.)
- note to myself about the graffiti in the bathroom at the high school where I was a student teacher teaching Emerson and Thoreau (To explain further, "Never Conform" was written in Sharpie across the top of three urinals that were strikingly uniform in appearance.)
- spool of blank CDs
- origami dog face glued to a Valentine's Day card from Ysabel
- remaining collection of pens that say The Homestead
- eighth inch to RCA audio converter cable
This is only a cursory list and predictive of course; yet, it illuminates the pains of packing's one's life into two checked bags, a carry-on, and a personal item such as a purse or laptop bag. To add injury to insult, I may even have a slight amount of extra room left over because my bags are not at maximum capacity or maximum weight. Will I take some of these treasured items and shove them into the polyester caverns of my luggage? Probably not. I bid a loving adieu and wait for more treasures to come.
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