I leave in about a week and the scales and calculators of my brain have been working hard -- weighing the benefits of bringing quinoa against the lifeblood necessity of packing Nutella, chasing down the shapeshifting mirage known as "business casual" (which I've decided is actually a mass cultural delusion that doesn't exist), and having little logical glitches where I say things like, "Okay, tell me honestly what I should do here, because if I don't bring a towel I think I can fit like, six more books." And, at least a few times a day, I've been feeling the heft of the next two years -- trying to glimpse them through the haze, and marveling at all the possibility they contain.
If there's one really, truly, supremely maddening paradox about this whole moving-to-another-continent business, it is this: in order to live with fewer possessions, one must first acquire more possessions. And if there's one parallel skill that helps when squeezing your life into 2/3 of your bodyweight, it's being good at Tetris.
Good news! I'm pretty okay at Tetris.
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