Today I saw that Michael had already gotten one of his suitcases out of the dusty corners behind the couch. I guess when you pack to move back home, you need to start early. Can't do that the night before you leave, like I usually do. When it is finally time for me to pack to make the big move to my new home, I will have to sell everything I'm not going to be able to take with me.
That prospect scares me. I am looking forward to moving to the States and building up my life. Have our own place, meet new people and friends and explore the hopefully beautiful area around. But getting rid of all my shit?! Like, everything I can't put in my suitcase? That's painful. I guess I'm a minor case of hoarding, but my useless stuff isn't useless to ME. It's adorable, cute and has all kind of memories attached to it.
So as you can see, this is all stuff that I can't really bring with me. I'm going to make an exception for the little clock, but I'm afraid I have to leave behind my fighting stick and paint chest. That, and everything else. Yes I know there is such a thing as sea packages, but I just can't take everything with me. All my precious books have priority and then all my hobby equipment like the paints IN the chest.
It's a first world problem, but it's my first world problem. Time to make choices, and getting rid of useless baggage is part of moving on. It's going to be difficult and hard and I'm preparing myself mentally in advance. But in the end I guess it's just part of saying goodbye.