Fitting my life into a 30kg Suitcase…

So I really need to start packing things up around here. 28 years of accumulated hoarding means I have way too much stuff and no way to move it. I mean, moving house is one thing, but moving to another country with a check-in luggage limit is something completely different.

I need to be ruthless, I need to be completely harsh and honest with myself in regard to what I’ll need and what I wont need. I know there are so many things that I want to take with me, things with sentimental value and things that were gifts, or collectables, or bought on trips. But I literally can’t take them all with me, as much as I’d like to have them all in my place once I get set up over there. So, how do you decide what to leave behind?

I think there are some pretty obvious ones, but there are some things I’m struggling with. For example – anything I can buy over there, I will obviously leave behind, i.e. My Xbox and Playstation. I don’t really use my play station anymore, but my Xbox is my baby. It has over 10 years of my gaming life on it and while I haven’t had this particular model for long, it’s going to suck to leave it beind – solution? Take out the hard drive? Maybe. Or just back it all up so I can buy a new one over there and copy everything over. Problem solved.

I guess it’s things like books, DVDs, Blu Rays and collectables that are causing me the most concern. These things are a big part of my expression of who I am, and I don’t really want to give them all away or even sell them. But the DVDs are a given – they wont even play over there because it’s a different region. The Blu Rays, however, will play, and my collection of them isn’ that huge, so I’m considering them – but where do you draw the line? This is my dilemma.

My Books are the biggest issue. I have so many and given the choice, would take them all in a heartbeat. But they are simply too heavy. I could ship some, but how much money am I really willing to throw at getting something over there that would probably be cheaper to replace? *sigh*

30kg is not a lot, regardless of how big your suitcase is. But I guess what this really is, is a chance to make an honest fresh start. Here goes!

Dream Sequence

How I ended up in the building, or why I was there were unknown to me, but when they started throwing explosives into the rooms one by one, I knew I had to do something. Shell was in there. I could see her, leaning against the window, looking out over the vast city below.

Most business buildings follow the common layout of small closed in cubicles and corner offices with locked doors, but this particular office skyscraper had a wonderfully open layout. There virtually weren’t any walls in the place – it was all glass. You could see into every room, every office. And there was Shell, standing in the corner office, her satin dressing gown falling lamely from her shoulder, her long black hair cascading down her back, staring out over civilization.

Screaming at her seemed to make no difference, these walls were sound proof. I watched in horror as the explosions came closer and closer. And then she was gone. Hidden behind a veil of smoke. I was thrown backwards into the ground, the dust covered, glass covered ground. But the blast of fire didn’t come.

When the smoke and dust cleared enough for me to look up, I saw her, still standing, looking out at us, her back to the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlook the city. And that’s when it happened.

Dozens of pigeons smashed through the glass, showering Shell with glittering shards. And then she was gone, stolen, ripped from the building by dozens of sharp, angry beaks. Her eyes remained blank, staring at us as the birds tore her open, and ate her from the inside out, carrying her away.