A friend in college once told me that I reminded him of a homeless orphan. I often forget to tie my shoes, my socks never match and I’ve never encountered anyone as bad with directions as I am. It’s not that I don’t know which way to go, it’s that I’m convinced that the wrong way is the correct way. My father used to say that he couldn’t believe I ever made it out of the country when I can’t seem to find my way out of central Jersey.
So packing and organizing isn’t exactly my forte. Just like I prefer to let a bus driver deal with directions, if I don’t have a patient woman by my side while packing, all is lost.
I persevered and after packing and unpacking three times I ended up with what I think are essentials.
- Shirts for a week, two pairs of jeans, nine days worth of underwear and socks, one dress shirt and tie, and a flannel jacket for clothes.
- Swimming gear (including a red speedo) just in the hopes that I’ll find a good pool to swim in.
- Big obnoxious headphones.
- Travel toothbrush/toothpaste, a loofa (how can I not?), extra deodorant, penicillin, anti-diarrhea meds (see previous post) for toiletries.
- Copies of essential documents.
- My three favorite books:
- Ender’s Game
- The Power of One
- King Richard II
- Some Mandarin workbooks.
And thats it. I’ll get anything else I need over there.
I’ve said my goodbye’s
And had a great party last night with friends to send me off,
in which I made them all gather round and watch a video of myself.
So here you go, I’ll see you in China.