I unpacked my suitcase yesterday.
I took all of the clothes out of it and put them on shelves or hangers.
I know I’ve been back in America for three months now but I finally did it. It’s not because I’m a procrastinator, or unorganized, or lazy (I actually cringe that those words and ‘I’ are in the same sentence). But a couple days ago I finally moved into an apartment. Yes, I’m subletting. Yes, I have a roommate. And yes, it’s only for a couple months but I have my own area. It only took me about 20 minutes to load my car at my Dad’s house and, besides a bed, everything fit into the Nissan.
I can’t remember the last time I unpacked my suitcase. My workout clothes stayed neatly folded up inside the big, blue Samsonite for seven months in Germany. I didn’t have any shelves or drawers to put them in.
I didn’t realize how uneasy that made me until I emptied the thing yesterday.
My clothes aren’t sitting in their suitcase ready to be loaded in my car and on to the next place. Ever since I can remember it’s been so easy for me to just go and though I will be going again (who knows where) in a couple months it feels really good to know I will actually have to pack my things when I do.
Maybe my next sigh of relief will come when I can’t remember where I stored the suitcase….