Clearly I’m not talking about the weather, because it’s far from hot. I could be talking about the hot water bottle pictured here, very useful as a weapon to fight the weather, or I could be talking about sex, or I could be talking about love in and of itself, but actually, I’m talking about packing. Have you ever tried packing a suitcase? Moving? Moving countries? I’ve tried them all. Currently I’m sort of doing them all. I am moving out of my room for summer, with the high likelihood of never returning, apart from picking up my…suitcases.
Now, I’m not really into packing. It’s rather peculiar as I’m into travelling. Travelling is my *hot love* Maybe I would be into packing too if I knew how to travel lightly. I don’t. I mean I do, but then what the heck are you going to wear? And what about all your acrylics and paintbrushes and that Louis Vuitton bag? Not to mention your grandma’s cookbooks. They always travel with me, in my hand luggage together with the Louis Vuitton bag and my jewelry. You gotta know your priorities.
Clearly I don’t suffer from attachments as I’m on a spiritual quest and all that, but now the issue is whether to keep my BJJ GI and my skiing outfit, or not? I rarely snowboard (skiing I’ve never really tried, apart from round the house, age nine) and I don’t do BJJ since I injured my knee. I would like to snowboard and do BJJ again though. Chances are I’ll be snowboarding and doing BJJ far from Britain, or Sweden where I’m planning to take my bags, which means I’d have to come back to get my outfits. Like next Christmas holiday, unless of course I’m going from Cape Town to LA, which means I can’t fit anything else into my bags, as luggage allowances sucks unless you wanna pay the big bucks. So then I have to wait until the summer holidays.
Now, there’s also the erm little problem that I have my dad’s attic stuffed with everything from champagne glasses and fine china to pizza plates and drawings from age two or so. I may have like 500 books there as well. So once I have money to buy a house in a place I love…well then I need to ship all that stuff. And the skiing gear (which is the last present I got from my much beloved grandpa) and my BJJ outfit (with a pink dragon on it, imported from Brazil and extremely comfy. There’s even one strip on my belt too. A-fucking-mazing.). So you see my dilemma? How I have no attachments?
So that ladies and gents is it. I’m escaping packing hell to have a drink with a friend. When I return I will have…sorted this out (did you know that if you take the bus to Sweden you can take two bags weighing twenty kilos each and a third one only costs ten pounds extra? You need to know these things, especially if you suffer from non-attachment to your peach colored high-heeled shoes you only wear once a year as they are so not comfortable).
Later. When sanity returns.
How my bag looked at one point during the day…
Same bag at JFK airport in New York. I think it’s been to Russia, China, Morocco, France, LA, Sweden, Britain, Canada, Spain and who knows where else…and still, with all this travelling its mind does not seem to have expanded enough for me to fit both BJJ and skiing in there…tragic…
