So much shit. So little luggage.



I amaze me. I really do.

I've been traveling for 5 and a half years now. I've lived out of various sets of luggage, duffel bags, and backpacks. Everytime I go somewhere, I throw things away

How the HEL do I end up with so much shit?

I always throw away just about all my socks and underwear before I go anywhere. I keep a couple of pairs of each, to get home where I'll buy some more, because they're 1) funky and 2) prone to take up more space than I really want.

Where do all these socks come from? Thankfully, not the underwear.... but the socks! I never buy any sock that goes above the calf. There are at least 3 pairs of these lying on the floor right now.

Then there's the more recent development -- the holistic pharmacy. There's a couple of prescription items -- I still have most of a bottle of Zyban in my backpack from when I quit smoking, and there's the malaria medication on the shelves. I have just thrown away 3 bottles of hemodilators, 5 bottles of expired ZMA testosterone boosters, 2 empty bottles of glucosamine chondroiton, and an empty bottle of 1-Test AD. In my sling pack there is still one bottle of aspirin, one bottle of non-aspirin pain reliever, one almost empty bottle of Tribulus Terrestris, another bottle of Glucosamine, the remainder of a bottle of Growth Factor-1, another bottle of 1-Test AD, most of a bottle of creatine, and enough squished Powerbars to run the electrical needs of a small city by hamster wheels.

Blaghhh!

So yeah, I'm packing. Most of the things I pack go into trash cans rather than duffel bags; this is just the way things go. I have 3 duffel bags, and thus far I have carried 6 bags of trash out of my 7X7X7 room. There is another bag of trash sitting in a box on the floor, and one sitting on top of the shelves.

I've ripped the patches off two of my sets of uniforms and packed them away. This leaves one set that I'm wearing now and one set in case those start stinking so badly that I can't wear them for the next 4 days. All my civilian clothes are on the bed (I'm laying against them and sitting on them right now) so that I can set them aside to be washed and worn home. I've thrown out most of my brown t-shirts and will throw out my PT gear once leaving is a bit more imminent.

I'm debating whether to pack the iPod or throw it away. Before that disastrous morning at the gym this would have been a non-issue. Now that it doesn't work anymore it's just a 300 dollar cool paperweight. However, it still has some entertainment value, and might be fixable. If not I can probably figure out a way to pull out the 5 gig hard drive and use it in something else. There. Settled. It's coming with me, but not in carry-on luggage this time.

There are three copies of the Poetic Edda in this room (two Larringtons and one Hollander). Also one copy of Snorri's Edda, one copy of Edred's Runelore, and one copy of Smiley's Sagas of Icelanders. Add to this my underwater archaeology books, some Diane Mott Davidson murder mysteries, the latest book in The Last Rune series, and my Great Big Black Book, and that's the short list of the books that are going with me (the ones that are visible from here). There are also two BOXES of books that are not making the return trip, and will join (or re-join) the paperback library here on base.

(Books NEVER get thrown away; I don't care how bad they are. I don't throw them away, anyway. I used to leave Ceremonial Magick books lying beside the Gideon Bible in hotel rooms -- I was always interested in reading them, but never got into the practice. At least that way the person kinda had a choice -- they could read the story of Solomon in the Bible, or the Lesser Key of Solomon in... well, y'know.)

Most of my geekery was never unpacked. My digital camcorder was, and my cell phone (it doesn't work here, but it still makes a great phone book), and of course the laptop. However the DVD burner, USB2 PC Card and Bluetooth adapter are still in the medical bag under the bed.

There's one thing I fear forgetting more than anything else -- my Keeper of Seasons Hall banner. I always do this -- I don't want to take it down until the last minute, but I am afraid that at that last minute I'll forget it. That's just the way I am. Worrying that I will forget it of course makes it next to impossible that I will in fact forget it, though, so it's a good thing.

In case you didn't realize it yet, this is just a rant/packing list. I was going to get into the "Why do I need stuff to validate my existence?" question, but didn't. After all, if you're throwing most of it away, then apparently your existence doesn't need much validation. Everything I take will fit into 3 duffel bags (easily) and one backpack. One is already full, one is half full, and the other has yet to be pulled from under the bed, so I'm really not sure about it.

Oh yeah, there's also the strumstick carrying case, which will be carrying (duh) the strumstick. So 3 duffel bags, one bag pack (or 2 if I can't squeeze the slingpack into a duffel, and a strumstick carrying case.

And of course, there's always the extra duffel bag that I've been using to carry laundry. I could always....

Posted: Mon - April 12, 2004 at 03:56 PM          


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