Unhang, crumple, throw into suitcase, and repeat. Unhang, crumple, throw into suitcase, and repeat. I glanced at my almost empty closet, my bare dressers, and the piles and piles of wire on my floor. Yes, I hang my clothes on wire hangers.
Almost a year ago, I was doing the same thing but in a different house, different room, but now that I had experience with the process and was familiar to it, I could go pretty fast, and soon, in a haze, almost two suitcases were filled. Probably another two lay sprawled all over my bed, those were the "don't keep”s the clothes which had grown to small, or out of season, or had a hole or stain, or I just didn’t like. Although I was all for donating the clothes, I almost didn’t want to; it felt like the clothes held little memories of my past, and in the end, were just another thing I had to part my separate ways with.
I wondered what Daniel would be like, no, not some friend, that was the name of the school—J.J Daniel. I wondered if we would make it before it snowed, or if it even would, would we get to make those snowmen again this year? I wondered what Balboa would be like without me here. Who would be made fun of for talking (too) much? How would they be able to do Someone Like You in music the next quarter without me? Who would ask random questions in class or repeatedly say the word ‘Ghetto’ much to the annoyance of my friends? Whose state would be made fun of? Or would anyone even remember these small things as much as I would?
As I closed my last suitcase, taking it outside to be weighed, I also put an end to all my doubts. Was I ever the one to prepare myself for the next mission, next phase of my life? Did I know I was changing schools, or moving to Panama, did I know I was moving back months in advance? No.
Sometimes, I think it’s better to expect the unexpected, go with the flow and to have no expectations, but to see where life takes you.
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