Mistakes were made

New York City meets Munich

January 3rd, 2002 · No Comments · Uncategorized

Ten pounds in a five pound sack

“You have nothing to worry about,” >Conny says to me. “Your packing will be easy.”

Yes. Of course. It’s not hard to pack to return home, is it? Just put everything I brought with me back in the same suitcases. Then I’m done.

Even easier, I think, because I came over with all these gifts that I’ve since given away. More space.

This, my friends, is what is called “selective memory.” It could also be classified as “wishful thinking.”

Most of the gifts I brought with me are for Conny View definition in a new window, and of course, she wants to bring them to New York. And, naturally, there’s no room in her bag.

Added to the suitcase are: new shoes, new boots, one very puffy winter coat, several tins and boxes of cookies to share with people from work, (Crushable! Must be careful! But, these are just people I work with, after all…) gifts that I received, Conny’s new corset, and some shoes that Conny can’t fit in her bag (“They might get damaged in my bag!” she says).

Insane. Impossible. Inconceivable. There is just too much stuff for too little room. But there’s no other choice.

I must pack like my possessions are pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. Every space must be used. Inside the shoes and boots go socks, underwear, even rolled up t-shirts. Shoes and other hard objects go in with precision, so that no gaps are left. Delicate items are placed inside stronger ones, and cushioned with clothing. It’s a game of tactics and planning.

It takes over an hour to pack just two bags. But I get it all in. The bags are full, but can be closed with some effort. My outfit for the day of travel is picked, and includes some of the largest times: a long coat, my big boots. This is how it has to be, because there is simply no place to put anything else. Even the space in my backpack is allocated.

I am proud. I am the victor. I have mastered space and mass!

“What about those?” she says, pointing.


“The clothes you are wearing now.”

Aw crap.

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