Does anyone ever LIKE packing?
As you’ve maybe heard, I’m selling/storing/packing/giving away pretty much everything I own. Quite fortuitously one of my best friends is moving house and needs almost everything you’d need in a house, so she’s taking more than half my “stuff” to her new home this week.
About a half dozen boxes with the good dinner set and the photo albums and not much more are going into a friend’s care, and one 17kg box of bits’n’pieces is heading to the UK for my arrival there in a couple of months. It has my summer clothes in it; will I even need them in Scotland?! Well for sure I’ll need them in Italy and on the Croatian coast.
Right now I can’t see much past the middle of March when I get to Scotland, but loosely there are ideas about Europe and India through 2016.
But for now, the truck comes tomorrow night, and will everything get packed and to the right places in the next 48 hours without me busting something – myself, mainly? There’s a mixture of anxiety and excitement building.
It’s incredibly liberating to downsize to this huge extent, to all but carry what I own on my back. I don’t have any particular objection to material possessions at all. I’ve loved my stuff, I really have. Attachment to things – or more to the point, detachment from things – hasn’t been some noble spiritual goal I’ve had. If anything, the goal has been flexibility and freedom – freedom to move, to go where I please. And as I’ve let go of the material possessions I’ve had, I’ve simultaneously grown in the courage to be so free. It hasn’t been an overnight decision – more like several years in the making. I’m curious to see if and when the urge to stay in one place again returns.