Semesterly Report and Pre-Packing

Trip Start Jan 05, 2011
Trip End Jan 05, 2012

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Sunday, December 19, 2010

I'm back! Back from the deep dark hole of finals and the frigid grip of winter.....well, technically it's still winter, but writing this from my couch in California where it's warm enough only to wear two layers is strangely deceptive.

Since my last post I have had many fun adventures. There was the Singapore Cuisine 18 page paper Adventure, The Travel Guide 30+ Page Adventure and the Dance and Culture Spreadsheet and Paper Adventure. There were also many side quests, which I will not go into detail about, since they mostly consisted of kittens and friends and movies, all of which was incredibly fun to experience, but would, I fear, be very boring to write about, let alone read.

Let me therefore skip the long dark finals period and go directly to packing up my house, and my life, and setting off on the first stage of my adventure.

There are a few options, I discovered, for preparing your life for a long term trip. If I had had family with a nice basement or attic I would have stored what I owned there (permission pending of course), or if I planned on vagabonding indefinitely I might have sold it all, or even given it away. However, I am, unfortunately, a student with the closest family about a two hour plane ride away. In other words, I had to store my life in a climate controlled storage unit, which, with any luck, will not get infested with mice like the last place I trusted.

Moving was quite the ordeal, made much easier by my lovely Housemates who lent me their time and driving abilities, and my ever thanked friends Snuggles, Kitty and CrazyStroyIdea who made the packing process so much easier and more fun.

In short, before I knew what was happening, I was closing the door to my storage unit and picturing the scene from Eat Pray Love where Elizabeth Gilbert says somehting along the lines of: "I can't believe my whole life fits in this little box" and the mover answers. "You have no idea how many times a day I hear that."

And then, before I knew it, I had my last meal and ice cream with Snuggles and Kitty and caught a bus to Boston. It was my first time traveling with just my pack and I was quite pleased with the result. I was able to move around comfortably and, I believe, with quite a bit of security in place. Or at least, nothing was stolen this time.

The best part of the trip came when I walked though security with both my day-pack and my big pack as carry-ons and no one stopped me. Maybe I finally got of the airport's black list....just in time to spend a year acquiring stamps on my passport and then try to reenter the country....

My family reunited at the airport and drove up to Fort Bragg, my lovely little home 100 miles north-west of the end of civilization. It started raining the next day and has yet to stop.

It was very heartening to see how easy travel was with my gear, and how well i can navigate public transportation (at least in this country). But it wasn't enough to dull the nerves now creeping up upon me. It's probably a positive thing that I'm a little scared, if I wasn't, I'd consider myself quite stupid...I might be that just for wanting to attempt a trip like this, but as I pack and repack and repack again for my January 5th departure, I can't help but thinking that this is the right thing for me to be doing right now.

16 days until departure.

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Cheri on

You pack like you cook, with great panache, talent and innate knowledge of what you need. You will be a wonderful traveler.

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