So I almost titled this post “Shanghai Bound”. Then I searched my archives just in case. And what do you know. Exactly 100 days ago I was Shanghai Bound for my second trip to China.
But this time I am staying for good.
What keeps me calm is the fact that I have a return ticket home for the holidays.
This was the state of my room Wednesday morning:
Packing is the worst. Confine my life belongings to a few bags? No thanks.
But it is certainly a reality check. Although I might not have much to take across the world, my number one possession is my relationship with Peter. And that spans oceans.
After a nice bike ride in the sunshine and a kick butt workout, I buckled down and packed my little heart away. Unfortunately packing is more of a marathon than a sprint for this girl. First I lay out everything I want to take. Then I take stuff away. Then I put some back. Then take more away. And then put new things in the pile. Then I try stuffing all the little mini soaps into plastic bags while wondering how I can own so many electronic devices.
And extremely frustrating!
But after 2 days of solid packing my life possessions look like this:
I have another large suitcase but it was downstairs at the time.
And that’s it.
I’m moving to Shanghai.
Say a prayer and wish me luck.