No journey carries one far unless, as it extends into the world around us, it goes an equal distance into the world within.
– Lillian Smith
In four days I am leaving the country. Wow. There are piles of clothes on the bed, suitcases in the hallway, and a laundry basket full of everything from pocket knives and bungee cords to “Wine for Dummies” and Polish currency. I have a free recording of Mansfield Park by Jane Austen playing on my ipod, and Mrs. Dalloway by Virginia Woolf rests on my nightstand with a blue ribbon marking a page half way through. Just three years ago I stood before the same scene with tears welling up in my eyes. I was headed to Germany for a year, and I had never needed to pack like this before. Now, however, I walk by what looks like a disaster zone, and judge it worthy of only a casual glance. It’s not that I have become a better packer. I admit that, at this moment, my life is out of order. But I also know that, come Wednesday morning, all those little bits and pieces will somehow have found their way into my suitcase. And if I forget something, I will survive. Contrary to what some will tell you, deodorant and floss does exist in other countries. And if you find somewhere where they don’t, it will give you an opportunity to discover the secrets of local hygiene. Read on!
Worth a Journey 