american pawn

Today is when I decided to pack for my trip. With just over 24 hours separating me from an international and possibly permanent relocation, I decided to really start packing. But first, one last breakfast in this sorry city. The day was beautiful, actually, the first clear and crisp weather we’ve had in weeks. Sat in a cafe, drank coffee and watched the traffic go by.

Kitty came by that afternoon and helped me pack. Or maybe it would be more accurate to say that she passed by and bore witness as I folded stuffed and shoved. Afterwards we went to drop off my car and I saw my mom for one last time. What can I say? My mom introduced me to her coworkers that I hadn’t met yet and then I said goodbye. I’ll see her again before too long.

Back at home, it quickly became apparent that a single checked bag would not cut it. After sitting on the bag and forcing it closed, my bag weighed 75 fucking pounds. And I still had more to pack. I will have to learn to travel lighter than this! Everything felt a bit disorganized and last minute but what can I say, no surprises there. That’s me. I fought my way through Baton Rouge traffic (for the last time!) and bought a carry-on. After a lot of moaning, groaning, shuffling and shifting, I’m left with an overweight checked bag, a very-full carry-on and a backpack stuffed with a spinebreaking load of electronics, books, cables and just generally absurd odds and ends that I couldn’t fit anywhere else.

Me and Kitty went to the Vintage and got a little bit of work done. Just a little. We drank three glasses of wine and talked shitw. Later we grabbed a drink at the rum distillery and ate sushi. We went to a bar afterwards where I was able to meet up with a few of my climbing friends.

When we got back to my place we popped open a very special bottle of wine and said what we needed to say to each other. I’ll leave it at that.






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