I dislike LOATHE packing. I don’t even like to pack for an overnight trip, let alone pack up my entire home and move to a different city (while in a foreign country, no less!). Of course, I know that there is a really good reason (i.e. marriage and starting a life with Charles) for moving, but that doesn’t make packing any easier.

I’m thankful for my mom who has been in Taiwan and has helped me make all kinds of wedding plans and who also spent the last two days with me packing up my apartment. I am nowhere near finished–and I don’t have to be yet since I don’t leave for another two months–but I needed that push from my mom to get started. Now I hope that I’ll be able to chip away at the process little by little whenever I have a bit of time in the evenings and on weekends. Perhaps by the end of May, I will have very little to pack in order to move–wishful thinking, I know!

Looking at my living room with nothing on the walls and with boxes piled in front of the TV, I find myself thinking, “I guess I’m really moving.” It’s here. It’s happening. This is part of the transition: being able to pack up and let go. I’ve loved this apartment and this neighborhood. It will not be an easy goodbye. Here’s to a great four years in Dashe but also to the new adventure that awaits me in Taichung!

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