The days before departure can be numbered on the fingers of one hand. My belongings have been wrangled back into bins and suitcases. This spring, the pack up was not nearly as trying as last year. I did not accumulate very much stuff over the winter, so the winnowing of possessions was easy. My books are packed up, and safely stored in the basement of a friend. My costumes are packed in their various places. Yes, various. I finally had to bow to the inevitable, and split my giant costume box into three. The giant box is still full, but only with seldom used costumes, and intricate costumes. That box is already strapped to the top of the bus. I picked up two old battered suitcases at a rummage sale, and my more used costumes are in one. Most of my stilt costumes are in the other, and my stilts defy packaging, still.
I ruthlessly culled my fabric pile, scrambling to at least cut out half a dozen projects. The left over fabrics have been reduced to one small bin, heavy with possibility. There still remains several pieces to finish before departure. I race the clock.
Amidst all this, I still find time to relax a bit, read a bit of book, and have last visits with friends both old and new.
The summer awaits, the possibilities endless.
Wherever you are, Be There 