Boxes line the walls of our bedroom as we pack every one of our belongings. Who knew that books that take up so little space on the shelves would take so many boxes to pack them into? Just as we think we’ve neared the end, something else appears to be shoved into a box and labeled.
There’s nothing much like packing for learning how much character you’ve built up (or failed to build up). Deciding what to bring and what to leave, what to keep and what to throw away is hard enough without worrying if your suitcase is going to be over the weight limit or if the valuable space a violin takes up is worth it. Pet peeves are also abundant–like the “Open-dangerous-knife-things” (otherwise known as safety pins). Every time he sees one, Jared groans and proclaims it loudly, whether it’s truly dangerous (like on the floor) or residing quietly in a drawer. And when Jared asked for the umpteenth time what I was doing with a certain pile, suddenly I’d come closer to shouting at him than I ever have (I did catch myself just in time, though). When packing, I’ve decided, you say goodbye not only to your worldly goods, but also to your sense of actually being a good person. It shows up every ounce of original sin you possess!
These upcoming years, we will be living the minimalist lifestyle–nothing except the bare essentials of clothing is going with us. Books, kitchen items, shoes, clothes, bedding will all be stored away. I have a feeling there will be few people in the world as grateful for simple belongings as we will be when we return. Stuff really isn’t important–but when you have to do without, it feels a lot harder!
So we say goodbye–to our friends, our little basement, our belongings, and to Virginia.