in 2006, as i was unpacking from a trip to thailand trip and packing for somalia, it occurred to me that i spent much of my life packing and unpacking. back then, at 26, i had no home, no bank account, no serious possessions (everything i owned fit into a suitcase & 2 boxes), and nothing to hold me anywhere. at 26, it was the most amazing feeling - holding down a first job in a country of my choice, and yet not really having any ties, truly feeling like the world is my oyster and i could pick up and go anywhere.
in 2010, now 30, as i was unpacking from a trip to los angeles and packing for sudan, it occurred to me that despite the fact that i now have a home, a bank account and despite the fact that my possessions no longer fit into a suitcase and 2 boxes (i proudly count amongst these possessions an antique desk that i adore, which obviously does not fit into either a suitcase or a box), i still spend much of my life packing and unpacking, i still live in one country and work in another, i still feel like the world is my oyster and that i could pick up and go anywhere (even though it'll probably take longer than an hour to pack now :)).
i guess this then defines my life - from one suitcase to another.
(note: another epiphany to follow in 2014, after cheering ghana on in brazil. :))
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