August 11, 2005

Packing up is hard to do…

I will try very hard to record more in my blog than I have been.

Recently I read over my handwritten notes on my trip to China in ‘97 with my parents, and thought to myself, “Wow, this is really cool. I’m glad I wrote all this down!”, when on the very next page it went blank. The irony – I started cursing myself.

I am going a little nuts as I am simultaneously trying to:

  • pack and shop for a round the world trip without ending up carrying a house on my back
  • pack and shop for a 7 day hike up Mt. Kilimanjaro, with climates ranging from rain forest to artic tundra
  • get my husband to do the above
  • spend time with family and friends before we go
  • pack up all of our stuff for a move to Texas, and find unsuspecting friends and family to offload stuff on
  • sell everything else on Craigs List, eBay, and a yard sale

I am disproportionately proud of finally giving up and donating my wedding dress. I found a great charity that takes the proceeds from dress sales and helps terminal breast cancer patients. My normal pragmatic side (You’re never going to wear it again, your future daugter/daughter in law won’t want it either) was defeated for 6 years by my sentimental side. It was weirdly comforting and nostalgic just to know it was taking up space in my closet. Jonathan has been telling me this is silly – but I guess for guys, they rent a tux, then get rid of it by the end of the weekend.

Off to make more lists of stuff to do…

August 4, 2005

Guilt trip

“For a person who is unemployed, you sure never write in your blog or email”.

That was the message on my IM that appeared on my desktop last week from my friend Sandra. Ok, you’ve got me. Nothing like a little guilt to make me update my blog.

Unemployment not withstanding, I am ridiculously busy planning all the little things that go along with a long trip. The gear list is amazingly long, and the cool travel clothes/gadgets are so tempting, that I’m afraid I’ll end up with a 80 pound pack. At the same time I am trying really hard to organize/sell/get rid of everything we own. Friends and family members have been blitzed with questions like “Do you need any furniture? Anything at all? How about an palm plant?” So far, I only have solid committments from people to take an ice cream maker, and the make-your-own-beer kit.

Yesterday I got the first in a series of three shots to protect against rabies and Japanese encephalitis – ouch, both in terms of the shot, and in terms of the full cost of the immunizations, as my annoying HMO health insurance doesn’t provide any coverage. Still, beats having rabies or hepatitis or tyhphoid or whatever in a strange land! It amazes me that travel doctors actually ever go anywhere, knowing what they know.

I can not believe that I will be leaving Boston in 23 days. Things are starting to take on a nostalgic feeling – this will be the last time I have a micro sundae at Toscanini’s, or drive down Mem drive or listen to the rustle of the wind through elm trees. I am trying to eat as much watermelon, farm fresh corn and my mom’s cooking as I can. Summer in Boston is seductive enough to make me *almost* forget the misery of the winters.