Packing is a process. It is the first process of a transition of the mobile variety. Well, unless you count school applications and visa processess. Sometimes they come first. But packing is the first process that seems to thread out glimpses of the butterfly.
Packing for Turkey is not happeniing overnight. For about a month I allowed the things that I own to drift in and out of my mind, to weigh them without judgement. Do I like them? Are they, “me?” Then, slowly thee filtering became physical. Piles formed only after ideas. Goodbyes were muttered long ago.
Althouh my move is still 6 weeks off this weekend the packing began in earnest. Judgements were ade and intentions have solidified for the woman I wish to present myself as in Istanbul. I have had to cast aside items that I have treasured for years. I am not nearly done, but it is getting easier. Excitement outweighs the feelings of loss or fear. I am ready.
Packing for Turkey is not happeniing overnight. For about a month I allowed the things that I own to drift in and out of my mind, to weigh them without judgement. Do I like them? Are they, “me?” Then, slowly thee filtering became physical. Piles formed only after ideas. Goodbyes were muttered long ago.
Althouh my move is still 6 weeks off this weekend the packing began in earnest. Judgements were ade and intentions have solidified for the woman I wish to present myself as in Istanbul. I have had to cast aside items that I have treasured for years. I am not nearly done, but it is getting easier. Excitement outweighs the feelings of loss or fear. I am ready.
Wish you a wonderful journey…..I just chanced here and like your blog…
Thank you for your kind comment 🙂