It seems weird to be divesting myself of so much stuff. All these little things that I have accumulated in little more than two years of living back in New Zealand – they all mount up. What to do with these trinkets. The more powerful ones, the ones that are just a little special in some way, they go in the ‘to ship’ boxes, the’re easy. There sure are lots of them though. Still they are all quite small. The most precious seem to be the necklaces and pendants. Something totemic about them all. They trigger very vivid recollections. I think I’ll take them travelling.
Strange to be packing things worthless in any other persons eyes, into boxes to ship half way around the world. You have to do it because you can’t bear to discard them. They will be so nice to have on the other side. I am even now, looking forward to opening them in six months time.
I don’t like leaving things behind. There is already a big box of books that I don’t expect to be shipping over anywhere until I know I am settling there for a while. Seems stupid to ship them all over the place. It’s a bit agonising parting with the knowledge though. I find that my reference library has become invaluable. Not that I use it that much. It’s just nice to know it’s there. I don’t think you can ever have too many books. But they are a pain in the ass to ship about the place. Perhaps they will sit as pockets of knowledge until I return. Out of sight but not forgotten.