27 necklaces

It's about that time. The end is near for our stay in Cascade Locks, and I've been eyeing cardboard boxes for the last few days. This time, packing is a little different. I know I am not packing all my stuff to move to Portland for any length of time. I am packing all my shit up once again, to move somewhere for a few months--after which I will pack up again and move across the country for a year, and after that, move home, wherever that is. So, do I really need to drag 27 necklaces with me? Four winter jackets? Three broken swimsuits? A $30 couch? A $2 coffee table? I've been RUTHLESS the past few days and really lightened my load. We've got the truck loaded up for the dump, and a huge pile for the Goodwill. But it seems like I've done this all before...

I remember just before leaving for Mexico feeling this same rush of urgency and excitement. It was then that I got rid of books and cds and winter clothes. I gave a ton of stuff to friends, and the rest to Goodwill. At that point, I didn't know if or when I'd be back, and it felt so right to just let it all go. Well, merely 3 months later I was really missing my damn warm clothes, and I still miss my $80 brown sweater from Bebe! I think Goodwill Napa got it.

This time, I am thinking in terms of value... do I really want to lug this (insert sentimental piece of crap here)thousands of miles? Is it worth putting in storage? For a majority of my crap the answer is NO! And camping at Burning Man may have helped a bit...we WAY overpacked. All I really need to survive is a couple outfits, some fingernail clippers and a toothbrush. Well, my laptop would be nice too. And my camera. A bed. But that's it! 27 necklaces have got to GO!

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