It's when you look at all of the wonderful things you've ammassed in your life, that you are stuck with amazing sadness at realising how much time you've already spent collecting.
posted by fadedbetta at 7:21 AM
Wednesday, January 05, 2005
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2 Comments:
Does a similar sadness apply to what others may have collected for you?
Anonymous said... this is not anonymous, this is Liz. This trip to Germany is unlike any other trip that I have taken to this country to which I dedicate so much of my thought and conversation. It annoys even me, a lot of the time. But anyway, that's a total digression. What I am interested in was the packing for this trip. I was travelling alone, and for some reason, my family has never seen it necessary (which it most certainly is) to pay the appropriate, though rather high amount of money for quality luggage. So while packing my POS American Tourister suitcase, 3 of whose 4 2-cm.-diameter wheels have broken off long ago, I had to decide which of my accumulated possessions I deemed most necessary to take with me for the 8 months that I will be living away from America. So, suitcase, from the days of middle school soccer Adidas duffel bag (the one that EVERYONE had, in black, with really squeaky strap hinges), beloved Longchamp satchel, and violin case. The latter 2 were filled with either the obvious (violin) and then those either fragile or very precious objects (iPod, computer, journal, book, passports). But in the suitcase, which I had to lug with 2 aching hands from train platforms and from airport curb to wagon, was the rest of my life, what I thought I'd absolutely not be able to do without for 8 months. Did I pack the right things? How much is superfluous? What have I spent my time collecting, that I shouldn't have? Is that where the sadness comes in? Retrospective realization that time was wasted? Oh God, now I'm starting to sound like Momo.
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