Last year, I think around March or so, I felt like a rock in a fast-moving stream. Everything was changing around me, but I was just standing still in the current.
Boy, how things have changed!
Well, back to the torture that is packing. How do you condense your life into just a few boxes? I may end up back in Mississippi with 500 ferry tickets and no shirts. I haven’t actually packed any clothes yet except for a yukata (summer kimono) and a dress/sweater. Hmmmm. If you Mississippi folks just see me strolling around every day like this, you’ll know why.