36 staight hours of cleaning. Of packing. Of trips to Goodwill to drop off all the things we couldn't sell at our garage sales, the things we couldn't give away to friends or family, and things we couldn't bring ourselves to throw away. Trips to Halfprice Books, carting 3 times our weight in the precious written word of literary geniuses. And the occaisional bathroom hilarity book. Genius.
I'd been packing for weeks by the time the 36 hour stretch began. Thomas and I kept ourselves running on coffee and small snacks. 5-hour energy shots were our friends. We were nearly delerious with fatigue and stress, the weight difference of a few pairs of socks in our checked baggage giving us cause to chew nails. An aside- airline restrictions on luggage gave me my next sprinkling of gray hair.
2 carry-on bags and 2 checked bags was the sum of my worldly possessions as I boarded the plane to Argentina. And still, I thought of things I could have left behind, and things I should have brought instead. Even now, I miss my eisel.
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