2.6.19

A different kind of season

It's packing and moving season- again. For the first time ever, I am ahead of the game. I made a timeline and stuck to it this year. All of our boxes are packed, the paintings are wrapped. Only the suitcases left to go.

A colleague at work who is also moving mentioned she might have a "practice pack" to see how heavy the suitcases actually are. I gave it some thought, but so far I have only managed to throw all the clothes inside an open bag. It's close. A lot closer than this post from 2014.

I still relied on a painter friend to come and help with the artwork. He said it all goes easier in company and he is right. While packing my last two boxes this weekend I had virtual company from 3 friends in the US and my brother in Guinea. It wasn't planned, but it was a nice addition to my packing routine.

Wrapping and taping

Piles again, but so much more organized

the final collection: 9 boxes, 1 bag,
 1 sculpture-in-baskets and 2 steps tools

Baskets and drums, yes we want them

Paintings- on frames! 
I still have many of the same considerations that seem to accompany every move. Despite making a detailed list of all the items in these boxes, I am not really sure what they're filled with. Nostalgia. Books. Some toys. Masks and statues. Kitchenware. Just stuff to make us feel like we are still at home when we arrive to a new shell. The pieces of our environment that feel cozy and have recorded our adventures around Africa.

What I don't have cemented is a shipper. Ironically, now that I am all organized, I am still searching for a way to get it across 4 countries and into Nigeria. The only thing left to do is be positive. There are several leads and a few friends have offered to host my things if necessary until I can find an affordable solution, or afford a findable solution.

I am still intrigued by the notion of cutting down. I had begun to prepare for that, in case a shipping solution didn't come through. I think it is very possible. And it would feel good. The problem with packing is that once you start to bring one thing, you figure why not bring it all? I always need a blender, right? And the spice containers? If I am shipping anyway, I might as well bring those. You can see how it snowballs.

In this new age, there is also the dilemma of electronic cleaning and transfer. My computer is all cleaned out (another miracle, really.) All files have been handed over or downloaded and passed along or saved to USB. We're ready.

Mbalia keeps asking if today is the day we are going to fly away from here. I think the gradual packing and giving away of things has been good for her as well. The adoption ceremony for our best turtle Shallah, was very positive. She's been an awesome pet to have, really like part of the family. Turtles are smart. And friendly.
The signing- a serious affair

Little Mohamed signed after agreeing to all
of the requirements, even singing



Our final dance show and art expo was super sweet with a guest appearance by Djeneba Seck. That beautiful singing again. And I did manage to get up and sway along when they invited me. No smashing solo, but I am slowly making progress.

As often happens in the time of goodbyes, friendships get made and experiences seem all the more tender. I am hoping to hold onto the revelations and upsurges in courage so that in our new home, we don't wait so long to create these bonds.

Tis the season for adventure and we are ready to embrace it.
With all the toys packed, the only thing
left to do is make art

Bye bye Bamako!