It’s July 4th and we are declaring independence from our apartment and most of our belongings. When it came time to pack the car, I got that sinking feeling that we had ten pounds of junk to fit in a five pound car. Unbelievably, after a few hours we were able to fill up every available space in the car so that we could finally hit the road. We are planning on having less junk in our car by the time we leave the United States by dropping off extra clothes at our parents’ houses and giving things such as our extra bars of soap and aspirin bottles to friends on our way across the country. Having the car packed to the ceiling makes it hard to get up into the camper, let alone find anything. I think a good goal would be to hit the US-Mexico border with one third of the stuff we have now.
For the last two weeks we have been emptying our apartment. In one way it has been good to be fairly organized about this process. Hopefully we won’t end up dumping drawers of random pens and partially used batteries into ripped plastic shopping bags at the last minute. This may be an unavoidable part of the process but starting early may minimize the pain. As our furniture disappeared courtesy of Craigslist or Goodwill, we found ourselves living in an apartment ghost town. Reading in a sleeping bag bed just isn’t relaxing, and dinner in camp chairs isn’t very romantic. Our wise, elderly neighbor Ellis remarked to us while we struggled moving our mattress: “the two worst things in life are getting a divorce and moving. I know, because I’ve done both.”