The Mat Salleh

I see my clock ticking, reminding me how fast time will fly. Before I know it, it’ll be time for me to fly back to Malaysia with another academic degree to my name and a whole bunch of junk in my luggage.

I was cleaning up my room a few days ago, doing my “pre-packing” just to make sure I know what I need to pack and what should be thrown away.

The throw-away pile was, well, just a small pile. My things-to-keep-and-bring-back pile, was, well, a MOUNTAIN! Immediately I panicked! How am I going to bring EVERYTHING back? Yes, I could throw away more stuff, but I don’t want to get rid of program booklets and brochures of places I’ve visited and old train maps and the books I used here for my studies and the papers I wrote and re-wrote with angst at the last minute for my classes and the winter clothing I bought here and…. So Much To Pack! So Much!

So I am going to have to strategize my homeward bound journey. Sacrifices must be made. Small ones, but hopefully they will lighten my burden, and my luggage. I must probably sell some stuff like my winter boots and some books that I know I’ll be able to buy again if I ever need them again.

Packing life into a few bags isn’t easy. It’s a heavy burden, so to speak.

Maybe I should just pack light?