We started packing up the apartment over a month ago. The first things to be packed were the books, slowly followed by pictures, dishes, and clothes. There are more boxes of our belongings than I expected, and also more bags of trash. Isn’t strange how much stuff can gather in cupboards and closets that have no use? Today I packed the final boxes, mostly kitchen items with a few random things thrown in to fill up the empty nooks and crannies. As I sealed the tape on the final box, I wondered where would I be when I am unpacking them. Will I remember what I put in them? The trip hasn’t started, and yet I am already thinking about what it will be like when I come back. Don’t we all wonder what the future holds in store? I do wonder, but I am ok with waiting 2 years to find out. Goodbye little apartment in San Leandro; so long noisy Davis Street!