Packing Ten Years of My Life
I had no idea how much things weigh.
My mother and father spent this weekend at my house helping me sort through and pack up my entire life. We only made it through 1.5 rooms in two days.
The average box we packed today weighs just over 10 kilograms. I am trying to bring a maximum of 319 kilograms with me back to Canada. How do I reduce almost my whole adult life into 319 kilograms?
It’s about being ruthless, learning to sell things on ebay, and being very generous to the charity shops.
With only one more Monday in the office, two days in Prague, six days in Portugal, and less than a month left in the UK, it’s starting to be crunch time.
At the rate we packed this weekend, I have at least three more full days of packing and sorting to do. It’s likely that once I’ve done that I’ll need to reduce my luggage further. Then there’s the all important decision of whether to take my Walnut, 1920s art deco dressing table with me.
Will decide when I find out what it weighs. Phil would tell me to leave it, it won’t fit on the bike! He’s right about that, and the fact that we will have to live on a lot less while on the trip does keep crossing my mind.
What I need is a way to find a balance between not getting rid of everything I will need when I return back to a normal life, but also not keeping things I don’t need.
And perhaps a really good scale.