Well, today I took my first load of stuff to the storage unit. Just to be actually making some progress instead of talking about it felt good. It seems that instead of enjoying my apt, for the last month I’ve been looking at everything around me in terms of how much it will cost to be stored… Anyway, I’m finding that the energy involved in packing & hauling is less than the energy involved in THINKING about packing & storing.
I’ve been preparing others (and myself) for my departure for so long now that I have a feeling we’ll ALL be relieved when I finally take off.
I keep remembering what friends M & R said about coming back after an extended sailing trip, and wondering why they’d thought they’d needed to store all that crap. I wonder if the things I find so hard to give up will morph into crap while I’m gone? Hard to say, so I’m hedging my bets.
Also started reading Steinbeck’s Travels with Charley. It’s a book I remember on my parents’ shelves forever, and I’ve never read it. It may have sunk in through osmosis; some books are like that.
I’m having the same experience that I had when I finally read Walden… I’m laughing hysterically. These are guys I would have liked to have hung out with. And I’m finding so much commonality w/Steinbeck, although we’re divided by an entire generation. His travels occurred about the same time I was born.
But get this (upon meeting a waitress with no visible personality): “She wasn’t anything. But I don’t believe anyone is a nothing. There has to be something inside, if only to keep the skin from collapsing.”
Anyway, as my travels with Max (the amazing Prius) are fast approaching, I find myself starting to realize that yes, indeed, it may actually happen.