Rules to packing up your stuff.

Well, it's not how I had originally envisaged my easter weekend.

But, if you're moving out of your appartment, then surely the most fundamental bulletpoint on your list is that of packing your belongings. Or possibly not?

My appartment is full of tidbits-and-tat left over from previous short term occupants over the course of the past year. Would my roomates notice mine anymore than the rest of it?

Better to do the right thing.
Anyway, how did I imagine my easter weekend in the first place? As I scan the further reaches of my subconciousness, I unearth a quasideveloped fantsy involving myself, half a dozen hot cross buns and a fondue set.
And is that Elvis crash landing a UFO with Bigfoot in the passenger seat over there?

There is a good rule to packing. I've learnt it over the course of my ten or eleven moves in hte last four years.
Be ruthless.
If you haven't used it in the past 6 months, chuck it. Fling it, mate.
You don't need it.
I've tried to keep myself restricted to a 2 suitcases and 2 bags framework. Keeps me mobile.

Packing up a place always seems to tug on the heart strings a bit (were you to believe that I owned any). But the one thing that is keeping me happy right now is the thought of being in Asia next week.

Just to let you know where I am at: still in vancouver, and waitlisted for a flight to Hong Kong next week. I won't know exactly when I leave until this tuesday when the travel agent returns from easter weekend festivities.
The money has come together for the plane ticket. PTL!!

I also had somewhat of an epiphany regarding what I am now referring to as "the cosmic tractor beam".

Back to the packing.