Remember the John Denver song: Leaving On A Jet Plane?
“My bags are packed, I’m ready to go…..”
I wish I could say the same, but alas! I am not ready. Nevertheless, the day will come, Friday, to be exact, when we are leaving, ready or not. I keep having distractions, such as going to the doctor, finishing the gardening, and meeting friends. All wonderful, but not getting the clothes into the suitcase.
Last night I dreamed we were at a train station, in Toronto, which is on our way to China, and we had no bags at all.
Dear Husband asked, “Where are the bags?” and I answered, “They’re in the car.”
“Where is the car?” he asked, and I said, “Back there somewhere.”
The meaning of the dream is clear: I’m NOT ready, and I’d better take action now.
How hard is it, one may ask, to put things into a suitcase? Well, it isn’t easy when there is a weight limit, and a bag limit, and when your journey is for one year, and you want teaching materials as well as clothes, and you are an American and “need” 17 tee shirts, for example, and when you are too large a person to be able to find anything in a Chinese market, so you must bring everything.
I have a long list, so as not to forget anything, and I’m doing laundry, so everything is clean, and I’m moving things to the attic, so as to clear out a dresser for the person staying in our house while we are gone. On Friday, we’ll get in the car with some bags, and we’ll probably forget something after all, but it won’t really matter. One of our friends, a teacher, said, “The most important thing you have is your brains.” They’ll come along no matter what.
