I really don't think its all going to fit . . .

Jimmy and I have a routine we go through every time we prepare to go on a trip. We pile all the stuff up (see the pictures) and then try and reduce. Jimmy's already given up the boomerang and a favorite pair of pants, I've yet to agree that I won't need all five pairs of shoes I've selected. Right now, less than twelve hours from departure, the routine shifts into a new mode wherein I feel completely overwhelmed with the task at hand, start whining about just wanting to be on the plane and on our way. This is Jimmy's cue to morph into his superhero identity--Spatial Relations Guy. No funny spandex outfit, but he does have an alter-ego voice and a riff of a theme song worked out. When the hero emerges, I am banished to other parts of the house (hence the fact that I'm blogging now instead of helping) to stew in my neurosis. In another few minutes, I'll be able to rejoin him, and maybe even assist by handing him items.

But right now, I'm guessing that my unrest has less to do with the huge pile of junk yet to be packed and more to do with the fact that this adventure--and its costs--are upon us. We are so grateful for this chance and this experience, but there's a lot we'll leave behind and miss. Amazing friends, a great community, Christmas with our families. . . mexican food. And though there's nothing that could keep us from going, these things that tie us here are pulling harder on my heart right now.

And there's no way any of that will fit in my backpack.