Day 40: Our stuff

Our time in Puerto Rico is coming to an end. It’s time to gather our things and move on to a new place.  40 days ago we turned in the keys to our apartment after what seemed like an eternal time packing.  It turns out I grossly underestimated how much stuff we had. We survived packing, even though I still have to mentally (and emotionally) process my relationship with “stuff”.

In my opinion, champagne is the best way to pack, though not the most productive.

We don’t usually travel with much, and this trip is no different. Each one of us has a day-pack that we carry on the plane, and we have 3 large backpacks that we check-in to the plane. We are lucky that the 10 year old is strong enough to carry a large pack with all of the girls clothes. In addition to that, we have a large duffel-bag in which we store the car-seat and booster for the two little ones.

And then we had a piano delivered to Puerto Rico… My 2 biggest girls have been learning how to play the piano, and my man had an idea: “you know, they make these travel pianos, with weighted keys, we can take one with us on our trip!” So now we have a Yamaha E353 with us. I played with it yesterday and the  keys feel so good, so I thought- if we are carrying around A PIANO I’m going to definitely need to dust off the cob-webs of my brain and get back into it. So we’ll see…

Add to this a duffel bag and a piano and I still want to say that we are packing lightly…

After being in Puerto Rico for some weeks, I asked myself if there was anything I missed so badly that I would want to have it with me. Out of all of the things in the world I could get (Puerto Rico has Walmart, Kmart and outlets with all of the name-brand clothes and shoes you can imagine), I ended up getting a milk-frother. Turns out, I can live without my favorite purses, but not without foamy milk in my coffee.

I left this beautiful cup back at home, in storage, but now I can have that beautiful foam no matter where I go!

I’m very proud of myself for bringing so little (or at least what I THINK is so little), when we intend to be traveling for 12-14 months. I was feeling disheartened at the shear amount of boxes we packed, when we moved out of our apartment, most of which were my things. I started feeling like my relationship with things was unhealthy. And it might be. I don’t know.

The blogosphere is full of downsizing fairy tales and minimizing stories in which people magically make their things vanish in a unrealistic time frame (it’s magic after all). And then, with the help of the fairy god-mother Marie Kondo they streamline their lives and live happily ever after. This is not my story. My downsizing story starts 5 years ago, and will need to be told in installments.  It was not pretty, so I’m gonna need a bottle of wine to recap the mess that took us to the point of leaving everything we owned in storage. Given that it’s 7:30 in the morning, the story will have to be told another time.

For now, I’m off to enjoy my last Saturday here.

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