So packing is an intricate process.
I’m currently sitting on my bed, surrounded by every colour of the material rainbow, scrunching up my nose in an attempt to avoid the dust that has sprung from the depths of my wardrobe, reclining backwards in defeat.
I’ve always been a brilliant packer. However, I have never had to pack this much of my life into a small bag. The logistics of this process is thoroughly complex: due to my plan to live on campus for four days of the week and exist at home for the remaining three, I have come to the conclusion I need certain supplies in Bathurst and here in Penrith. Sure, it’s easy to organise double toiletries and cooking/eating utensils. But what about clothes? Shoes? Undies? Socks?
I’m thinking I will take all items of clothing that I own, and then take a small backpack that acts as a vessel for my weekend clothes that I shall pick on each Friday before I leave. I’m setting up camp in a new place, and instead of feeling like I’ll be returning home to Penrith every weekend, I foresee myself mentally preparing to leave for a weekend away at work. Not a weekend at home.
Basically, it’ll be like a weekly holiday. And you will all be there on holidays with me, meaning that it in essence, Penrith will act as a retreat. An exciting place. Reinvented. An escape. Well, that’s what I’m hoping will happen. Make it fall into place, people.
Meanwhile, my pants aren’t responding to my requests for them to move, hence giving me more room on my bed to lay down and meditate. Lazy ass pants.
Lovemeg
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Hmm... I thought you'd be at the campus the whole week. But yes, hopefully Penrith will look like a get away area. :P
but lucky you're a good packer Jaku. Don't forget your toothbrush!
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