Yeah, so.... I leave for Buenos Aires in 12 hours and what am I doing? Drinking beer and instant messaging on the computer. Behind me is a HUGE chink of clothes, books, miscellaneous travel items, a ceramic duck and an empty backpack. It's not all going to fit. No, it's not going to fit. I've just spent the last few days paring down my posessions to what will fit in a backpack. It's occurred to me though, that whatever I do put into this backpack right now, and what doesn't end up fitting, doesn't really matter because you could really chuck the whole lot into the trash and I probably wouldn't miss anything (except for the Sonicare toothbrush). So, as I start this new adventure (hokily if this post is any indication) I will remember that the Stuff we aquire, treasure and keep doesn't matter as much as the people we love and the places we go. My next post will be from Argentina. So long as my computer isn't stolen by militants.
