Packing

My inertia is getting the better of all my plans. I have a household of objects to get rid of by the 7th and all I have done is forgotten stuff. Well not completely, I forgot to deal with the fridge and I have still not advertised the washing machine. I will never collect stuff again. Belongings that cannot be carried are in fact prison bars. The wonderful life of a nomad is opening up before me.

While I have been here I borrowed a sewing machine. Great fun to be able to zip up a skirt or two, mend things quickly but everything I have done with the machine I could have easily accomplished with a portable, use-anywhere needle. Hmm, it makes me wonder just what is progress. Why do we qualify our lives, status and future by what we own.

I am saying goodbye to family: sister, nieces, nephews and temporarily my son and his family. I have to turn this into a ''see-ya'' because my heart is having a bit of difficulty dealing with it all. When I sailed, well flew, off into the magic of Oxford all those years ago it never occured to me that it would be longer than a term or two. Thirty seven years minus a few vacations have made a difference. The last portion of the time spent in Tennessee were the years of learning that I am a person in my own right. This year in Australia has helped me understand who I am and what I want out of the daylight hours.

Enough days have passed and the apartment is empty - well probably the new tenant has moved in by now. So many boxes so few containing anything other than stuff. I did find a few rocks that my 'helpers' thought were objects for the trash can - to the rocks I keep the TV I gave away. There is a curious connection between found ojects and the finder that cannot exist if money has changed hands. If you can pay for it 0 so could others but if you find something it means a lot of people have passed by without 'seeing' the treasure you now display on your $5.00 IKEA coffee table - Op Shop find.

At the end of the move I find that stuff really is imprisoning. My prize possessions are worth pennies and the things that cost me significant money were mercifully carried off by others.