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January 4, 2008

Friday

All my bags are packed, and I'm ready to go.

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When packing for a trip of indefinite length, you can never pack too much. Call your Mum.

"You've got your toothbrush?" she asked for the umpteenth time.

"Yes, Mum, and plenty of toothpaste, since I don't know when I'll get more."

"And a sweater?"

I grinned and nodded. "And a sweater."

She smiled at me, unable to stop just one tear. "You be safe up there, all right? And if there's a way to write... you write."

"I will, Mum," I promised her. We hugged, and I took my two heavy suitcases in the direction of the waiting flying saucer.

Posted by: LJ at January 4, 2008 11:14 PM · Permalink

I have made sure she’s breathing and she is on her side. All the plants have been watered, at least this last time. I have taken what I need from The Scarlett Letter, page 67 (which I was sure she would not read). All my bags are packed, and I’m ready to go.

Put backpack on back. One bag, then the next. Hold the bolt open, then turn the knob. Walk through. Just walk through. One step, then the next. Breathe in, breathe out. The car is only fifty yards away. In one year, this will seem like a dream.

Posted by: EF at January 6, 2008 11:33 PM · Permalink