Packing up, Moving on
Last year at this time I was … two years ago, three?
Packing up and moving on has been my way for many years, lifetimes. The last three years have been particularly transitory, even for a self-labeled Gypsy Rogue Scholar.
Presently, I’m packing up to head over to Bunkhouse X at CAMP MAGIC MACGUFFIN. To prepare for the trip I found my pack and realized that I hadn’t unpacked from my recent adventure to Burlington, VT for the M. Ed. graduation of my dear friend mae.
Having a pack that’s still packed is a dirty-sock-stale-half-eaten-snack-ridden reminder that I’m in constant motion. Searching. Not yet finding.
Maybe I’ll find what I’m looking for in Bunkhouse X. Most likely, I will enjoy a few campfires, friendly riots, panty raids, and sing-a-longs, and then I will move on. Searching.
Next year this time I will be … in two years, three?
THE ESSENTIALS (ABBREVIATED PACKING LIST)
- journal and a dozen Very Fine Point Sharpies
- red pants