Complicating my own process in leaving my family, dog, job, community and friends has been the details connected to my mother s estate ie real estate transaction. Handling a closing that has been now delayed and complicated with a rental, furniture sale, utility changes, chimney replacement/lining, carpentry etc has all but undone me.
Having made a conscious effort to sell my furniture, get rid of clothes, clean out storage boxes, I was under the impression that I had made great progress .getting rid of stuff until, the move on Wednesday. My bill reflected storage of 8000 POUNDS! Are you kidding me! How can one person accumulate that much stuff, and that doesn t even include most of the furniture. It is staggering and disturbing to me.
My packing further confirmed my attachment disorder when I couldn t pare it down any further and weighed in at the airport with 3 bags, yes 3, at 144 pounds. Each bag was under the 50 pound limit, yet US Air charged $210 for 3 bags, $125 for the third to be exact. I was stunned . I need therapy or at the very least a serious overhaul of what I consider important to hold onto.
Arrival in DC was then burdened with a lost bag that has been missing since departure from NH to Boston, no record of it anywhere.
I had a serious meltdown around 7:00 when I realized that all my personal items, makeup, running gear, toiletries and professional clothes were in the missing bag. Who cares about the long, frumpy skirts, books, and hair dye I have in the other bags? After a month-long organized, checklist of at least 100 to-do items, all I wanted to do when I got here was to relax and get a frozen yogurt with lots of goop and candy on the top; my reward for the 14 months it has taken to get this far. The yogurt place is closed today, Sunday 2 blocks from my hotel! ARGGGH
Contemplating running in the morning with no sports bra, shorts or tank top (it s like 90 degrees here and humid) drove me to desperation! I have an ace bandage (boob binding material) and a lulu lemon tank that I could easily make do with, and my long Walmart basketball shorts that I MAY get to wear in Africa if I am lucky. Combined with my Sketcher sneakers, I may have a chance of at least a power walk/run in the morning to start my week. Vaguely familiar theme here, either desperation, attachment or Yankee ingenuity.
On a positive note, the Peace Corps has really outdone themselves with the accommodations. Fully expecting a roommate situation here, I am thrilled to have a king suite to myself, complete with full kitchen, dishwasher, stove, den and 2 TVs, right in Foggy Bottom. Carrie is coming Friday for the weekend so we can easily stay here since no roommate, and it is close to all the monuments and great restaurants.
Thank you all for your unwavering support and enthusiasm. More to follow on the lost baggage escapade and my first week of official training!