Seriously. The worst. I had originally intended to blog about this initial and necessary step of my journey at some point last week, but the whole experience turned out to be an emotionally scarring odyssey.
It turns out (as though I really needed any affirmation of this particular fact) that I have too much stuff. Waaaaay too much stuff. So. Much. Stuff.
I’ll be the first one to admit that I like my things. I like having things that I enjoy around me. I like having things at home that I have worked for and that I can cherish without any real guilt because I have earned those things. Naturally, it was very sad for me to realize something which I always already knew: I don’t get to take it all with me. Actually, I didn’t get to take most of it with me.
Flying out to Melbourne happened via Qantas, and if you want to know more about that you’ll have to read my upcoming post on flying. Moving to the other side of the planet by airplane means that you are pretty restricted with what you can take with you. Of course, you can always pay up the wazoo to add more bags or go up to the maximum weight limit. Maybe that works for some people. Unfortunately for me, when you’re moving to the other side of the globe by yourself, you’re limited in what you can bring based on what you can reasonably move on your own. In my case that wasn’t a whole heck of a lot.
This point brings me to the title of this post: The Purple Suitcases.
When you are allowed to take suitcases that weigh no more than 50 pounds each and a solid 20 of those are taken up by the suitcases themselves, you have a problem. This was my conundrum when dealing with the old suitcases that my parents had bought me the first time I traveled overseas. Don’t get me wrong…I loved those suitcases, but they were really freaking heavy. That’s where The Purple Suitcases (hereafter TPS’s) came into play. My mother and father were kind enough to go on a suitcase quest (without my knowledge) and returned with these delightfully festive pieces of luggage that only weighted about 11 pounds apiece. Surprise!
My first thought was: Wow. Those are purple. Like, really purple.
My second thought was: Uh-oh. They’re much bigger and lighter than the ones I have. Now I’m going to try and fill them with more stuff. I am never going to be able to move these on my own. Crap.
My current thought – through my mushy jet-lagged brain – is: Purple is a really weird looking word. Purple. Puuuurple. Doesn’t that look weird? It’s a really weird looking word. Ugh, I’m tired. Wait, what was I thinking about? Oh yeah, puuuuurple. That’s just crazy-lookin’. Silly purple.
Back to the point. With their lightweight frames and their extremely hard-to-miss coloring, the TPS’s were a perfect solution to a small part of my problem. I still had too much stuff. And so the great packing experiment began, naturally only five days before my departure. What resulted was a vicious cycle of making piles, taking things out of piles, seeing if things from the piles would fit nicely in the TPS’s, and then weighing the piles. This process was repeated more times than I can count. There was frustration, confusion, questionable math skills, tears, and anger.
In the end, though, I had my two suitcases. I had one that was under the normal baggage weight and another that was acceptably heavy. I shelled out the $75 dollars at the check-in counter so that I could bring those few extra odds and ends.
Was it worth it? I think so. I reiterate the insane feeling of tired I have right now. I sort of unpacked some things before sitting down to write this, but I honestly have no idea what I’m doing right now. Maybe when I’ve slept more than 4 hours out of the course of what may or may not have been threeish days (Hi, International Date Line! What are you? When am I?). As I sit here, all my muscles hurt and I have unexplained bruises all over my legs. I am not sure if this is suitcase hauling related or just a general result of being stuck in a tiny chair with absolutely nowhere to move for forever. In any case, I managed to get myself and my things to my final destination and I am very happy.
Now it is time to go to sleep.
P.S. I hope you enjoyed reading this Post From the Future. Spoiler Alert: Thursday is going to turn out to be pretty lame.