Packing light is a duffel bag mentality I aspire to every time, but a minimalist layout doesn't comfort me. So, with my organized intentions still left on the Bucket List, I chaotically fill up the empty space in each travel bag. (For those who don't know, the bucket list is things you'd like to do before you kick the bucket)Of course I had weeks to pack. I waited until the night before and the a.m. of, to stuff more clothes than I'd need for 8 days of sitting in workshops, sitting in seminars, sitting at presentations, sitting at scheduled eating. Plus beauty products, toiletries, some creative supplies, laptop....The dogs followed me from room to room, wanting to participate in the event. Their offerings for my duffels included some excess fur and drool.
Thursday morning it rained in deluge proportions as I packed the Jeep. I am instantly soaked, like a prewash cycle before my shower, or a baptism. The Delaware River is roaring with mud. It then occurred to me that the 8 days + nights of the MFA residency x 5 semesters = 40 days and nights. How many biblical references immediately come to mind? What is the significance of 40 anyway? (I looked it up today- I got as far as ancient solar calendar divisions and years) This symbolic number stuck in my head as I took as last look around the house to see if I forgot anything essential. I realize I'm silly to do that; everything at home is placed where it best utilized and easily overlooked since it belongs in that spot....I do it anyway.
Off I go. The rain has cleared out for awhile. It's 10:44am. And my best friends, Hoover Norman and Luchichi Josefifi say goodbye at the door.
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