I am on the road--or more accurately the train--to New York. This trip actually starts in Manhattan. I'll roam around on my own this afternoon, meet my Uncle for dinner, meet a friend for a drink (probably), then head to NJ to see my brother and his family. The key was to pack light. I think I have succeeded but we'll see how "effective" my choices were by the end of thIe day. I have only one bag. The cool canvas backpack I got for work. It's pretty spacious and inside that bag I have a packing cube with an extra shirt, undershirt, underwear (2 pair), socks (1 pair), minimal toiletries (brush, toothbrush, toothpaste, floss, moisturizer), socks for my niece, and a couple of other things. Then I have all the stuff I normally carry in a smaller bag--pens, tissue, lotion, etc. Then I have a shoulder bag where I put my wallet and knitting in case I need to "decant" the larger bag, possibly to make room for yarn. My uncle got me a gift certificate to a NY knitting store. I am going to visit there and see what I can see. I don't have a strong need for yarn right now--I just bought a ton for projects for nieces. But maybe I'll find something for me? I'm not going to "force" myself to buy anything.
I don't want it to sound like a hardship--the idea of buying things--but it sort of is. Having this money--and the money I earn myself--is a huge privilege. But it's kind of a burden and everything just seems to collect, collect, collect. I am getting to the point where I'm ready to jettison some of my handknits. I had thought about bringing a whole pile of them with me on this trip, but the light packing precludes that. Still, I do feel a kind of weight of all my possesions. Things I don't need and don't use that just take up space. Yarn isn't in that category--I need it because knitting is my hobby and a great source of happiness and accomplishment. But all those trousers I'll never wear again? The many bags? I dunno. Some of it needs to go and probably soon. Maybe I'll do a real spring cleaning/clear-out this year.
Work is good. It took me a couple of weeks to get back in the swing of it, but now I feel good and confident. I have more supervisory responsibility and I'm looking forward to it. Could it be that I will like being supervisor? Who knew?
Dating is blah. I'm sure I'll come around to it soon enough but right now the guys in the queue are so not interesting. But you never know about that either.
Grateful for: a weekend away.