Sitting at Wendy’s, just had lunch/breakfast. Earlier, I brought a box of clothing to the post office to get an estimate on shipping to Virginia-Roughly $70. I’m going to have at least three of these large boxes to send. It’s not going to be cheap.

And so it begins …the countdown to my migration across the country to the east cost.

It is Monday, the 24th. I need to ship everything that I’m taking with me by Friday. The task is much larger than I anticipated, or is it? A majority of my valued belongings are now with my friend, Jeff. The clothing that I am bringing take up the two initial boxes that I’m shipping tomorrow. I now need to condense about eight, thirty gallon totes into one or two of those moving boxes. Obviously more things will need to be sacrificed.

Among the many totes of old electronics and stationary (that will be disposed off) exists a collection of old photographs (of family and friends) and even a collection of old love letters-Very private and intimate business. I don’t wish to destroy them, but of course I can’t just give them away either. These are the problems that will arise over the next few days.

At this point I realize that these blogs are lately becoming rather monotonous-Focusing on my getting rid of my crap. Apologies, but that is my current existence.

In any case, I have ten days left here in California, likely never to return aside from in a visiting capacity. I’m finding that the closer the date of my flight (April 3rd) comes, the faster time becomes. I’m nervous and frightened, and I haven’t even gotten on the plane yet.

It is also a humbling feeling that all that I have, all that I am, is being reduced to an amount that can be stored into containers that will fit into a small hallway closet.