I cannot tell you how many times I wanted to pack up every single article of clothing into my trunk with the backseat filled with food and personal objects. It becomes crammed to a point that pushing the car door with great might will push the object into place. Maybe $58 left in my account with a scrap of courage and head up straight on the road east. I don’t know where this will take me, but I know it will be a better place at the end of the road.
I’m mistaken. I don’t have anything to give or get. I don’t have the courage to get in my car and drive off, with the sunset whispering my name along the horizon.
“Much of this fantasy is spent in making delicious preparations for the journey, in pondering what must accompany me in my luggage and what may be safely left behind. If I take too much, dragging it from place to place will be tiresome; on the other hand, if I take too little, I will forever be having to break my journey to pick up things along the way - and that will be even more tiresome.”
“That’s what today is for: We’re packing a bag for our journey together. I’m going to throw into this bag some things I won’t want to stop and pick up later on. These things will mean little or nothing to you right now. I’ll just show them to you briefly and then toss them into the bag. That way you’ll recognize them when I take them out later on.”