Premature evacuation

I know, I know...it's far too early to be packing. But that's just what I did this past weekend. I can't help it...it's like a necessity for me. Once I'm emotionally finished with a place, once I'm in that space of acceptance, like, "Yes, we really are going." and/or excitement, like, 'Yes! We really are going!" I'm half packed and basically ready to roll.

This is nothing new, and I've been living out of suitcases for so long I've got it down to a science.

The best part is, I'm going back with one darling Iranian husband and one darling-most-of-the-time Indian street dog in tow and between the three of us we have only three suitcases and a big kennel.

I've packed up all of our personal whatnots from shelves and countertops, aside from the bare essentials. Half of my meager wardrobe is packed and I've started the requisite huge pile of donations: clothes, shoes, cosmetics, etc. Basically anything that I don't absolutely need or will wrench my heart over to give up is slated for donation to a local charity.

I'm ready, let's go.