On Monday I head back to school and as my friends start to converge on the lovely college town I realize how drastically different my perspective on preparations are. This rant is mostly inspired by a cyclical argument from dinner last night with some friends and maybe this doesn’t apply to everyone, so apologies upfront. That said, I’ve found that I pack light compared to everyone. For example to go abroad for 6 months I brought a backpack and one medium sized piece of rolling luggage. It goes beyond packing, I guess I just don’t have that much stuff. I seem to be the only person I know who still only has one pair of sneakers/everyday shoes.
The discussion for the week is all about getting ready for school. Am I mentally prepared? Sure, why not. Do I have a way to get there? As of two days ago, yes. Have I started packing? No. That’s where I get lost. Packing is a singular action that takes an hour at most. I don’t need to prepare to start, dive in and then take breaks, only to return to the task like a dreary coal miner. You just take your stuff and transfer it into a bag.
I am flabbergasted at people who lay things out or think through the process like a you’re chosing a life partner amongst a lineup. I’m also lost at people who bring so much stuff. If anything, that makes the process so much easier. Dump it in some luggage or just cram it in the car. I eagarly await the usual image of freshman showing up on campus with cars stuff like a tube of cookie dough. Just one prick of a toothpick and it all spills out.