pack it up

I'm currently in the process of packing up most of my belongings to move to another country for a while. I leave in just under 3 days inshaAllah.

Packing for a long trip with no definite return date means that I have to go through nearly everything I own, and makes me re-examine the purpose of a lot of things that I'm leaving behind. Limited suitcase space gives rise to a lot of personal judgement/decisions about what true needs are vs. the frills. We go through our lives accumulating items that have either intrinsic or sentimental value - but at the end most of it means nothing.

Packing up my life is hard. I have a lot of stuff to go through, but that's not why it's hard. Rather, I now really have to deal with the fact that I'm leaving the home tree that has always had stable roots, for a life of a seed trying to burrow itself into the ground to grow and make its own roots. What if I get tired and a slight wind blows me away?

I just discovered this series of songs. It's very entertaining to me, and surprisingly halalish.

Punching Stuff

Do you ever have days when you're so frustrated that you feel like punching babies and old people in the face? And it has to specifically be babies and old people, or it's not going to work.

Disarray

This is the current state of my desk.

Just thought you should know.

More meaningful episodes of disarray to follow.