When I left in the evacuation, I took clothing for 2 days. There was no time to be fussy. But I packed the book I was reading, some toiletries, a couple of fun things and my omnipresent notebook. When the word came that we had to pack p our homes and may be out for 2-4 months, it was a different story.
For one thing, there were about 10 people, all but 2 total strangers, packing my home up. I took over packing my desk and grabbing the music I knew I'd need. What I didn't realize was that fate steps in, always. And so by some unplanned quirk, I ended up here with my notebooks full of The Gimp's Guide and the artwork I was doing. And a bunch of electronics. I don't even know what's in the basement here since I can't get down the stairs, but it's all going with me to Strider's and we'll see. I had to order underwear and will have to order socks if they don't turn up. Dunno if there are other shoes, either.
I have to smile when I see my essential music. ELP, Zep and my brother Johnny's memorial CD. The crisis music. The movies were a bit more random as I just grabbed what hadn't been put in the Big Chest of Videos. Which ended up being "Peter's Friends", "Ed Wood", "Mary, Queen of Scots", "Anne of a Thousand Days", and then delivered here, "Thor", cuz I'd pre-ordered it. What a weird bunch of stuff to be a refugee with. No underwear, no socks, but I've got ELP's complete catalog.
Ya gotta have priorities. :)
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