Photos and text, by Corey Amaro.
Chelsea leaves August the second, then Sacha leaves August the ninth (Tick-tock-tick-tock…) With one 20 kilo suitcase and a carry on per person.
Sacha summed it up, "I'm going to wear my winter clothes and jacket. I'll wear my bike as a scarf."
Chelsea was startled, not by Sacha's new way to wear a scarf but the fact that she couldn't take as many shoes as she would like.
"One pair of black pants, a black tee shirt, a black dress, black ballerinas …. basically can take you far." I offered.
"Mom!" is what she said.
What will I do when those two fly the nest?
Less laundry.
Not have to haul gallons of milk.
Never have to say, "Please, dumb the garbage!"
Speak less English.
When I came to live in France, I sold my car, gave most my things away, left my bicycle in my parent's garage… I took my pillow, a holy water font that my grandmother gave me, two pillow cases trimmed with cutout lace from my cousins Judy and Joan, a couple of music cassettes, a cook book that my Aunt Eva May gave me, some photos of my family, a pot holder my mother made when she was a child and some clothes.
Later I would bring children's books, cracked walnuts from Aunt Louie, tortilla shells, chocolate chips and OshKosh for the children.
If you were traveling for a year with one suitcase what would you bring?
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