Packing an apartment into a backpack: A tragicomedy in four acts

Posted: July 9, 2007 in Blog

Thank the good Lord for Craigslist. And friends who need stuff. And family with big cars and generous hearts. My worldly belongings here in Toronto have almost all been accounted for, boxed-up or moved away.

And now, with the purchase of my trusty backpack, the real fun begins.

I leave July 16th, a week tomorrow.  To all I come across between now and then: I apologize in advance for being scatter-brained, forgetful, or for being unable to focus on things that don’t somehow involve Uganda, malaria pill side effects or advice on the best accommodations in Kampala. Sitting here, surrounded by gear in a sparsely-furnished apartment, it’s tough to think of anything other than the trip.

Advertisements
Comments
  1. […] you had asked me a year ago, when I was packing my bags for Uganda, where I saw myself in one year I probably wouldn’t have said “Standing ankle deep in a […]

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s