It’s Packing Day. You’d think I’d have started this earlier. Maybe a week ago, but that’s just not how things tend to turn out. My room’s a mess. My car’s a mess. My head is full of a hundred half formed thoughts and important items that keep trying to slip my mind. My favorite jacket is a coward, hiding somewhere under boxes in my closet.
Everything has to fit in one backpack. There's so much to leave behind.
The errands are piling up. I’ve got six stops to make before leaving town.
On October twelfth, the other side of the planet.
Ready? … Go!