Where is home?

Usually, I think of home as where all my stuff is. It takes me a little while of living somewhere before my room ultimately becomes my safe haven in my life, and I surround it with things that interest me, cool art, and mementos I've collected along the way. Right now all of those little trinkets and memories are in boxes on a truck on the way to Philadelphia. All of my belongings only filled about half of the moving company's smallest truck. I've lived here for a long time, this place has truly been my home. But so many things are waiting on the other side.

Is home where your family is? In that case it is split between my immediate family and the friend circle I have here in Sonoma county. If home is where you have most of your stuff, then my home is somewhere on it's way across the US. Is home where your heart is? Well then my heart is split up and spread all over this world. So many places have affected me and molded me into who I am. Either way, I feel a bit out of place right now, in transition, a stranger to both what I have called home and the new home that awaits me.

I think it may be awhile before I feel grounded again. But man, the unknown future sure seems interesting.

Packing, packing, and more packing...

I've been packing for two days and now I am surrounded by boxes. Almost all of the boxes are labelled "Music," or "Photos," or "Art/Art Supplies." All the others seem to be marked "Misc." It is so strange to departmentalize every object of your past into little cardboard boxes. I found paycheck stubs from my first job ever, letters from long lost friends, books I had never read. I threw away piles of things I don't use anymore.

I think my cat is tripping out. He sniffs at everything and meows at me a lot. He is usually a pretty non-vocal cat.

I'm kind of tripping out too. The mild California weather is like a dream that will be ending soon. The weather channel said Philadelphia is at a blazing 92 degrees. When I tell my friends I am packing, they say it sucks. I miss them already and I haven't left yet. Less than two weeks left and life will be so much different. I am excited but also sad.

So many plans to make. Call the movers. Call the airline. Take the cat to the vet. Find boxes. Visit Andy. Last dinner with roommates. Pack, pack, pack, pack, pack!! Gotta tie those loose ends.