Tri-packing

These last couple weeks have made for a lovely experiment I like to call "tri-packing." I moved out of the apartment and in with my parents. While we sorted things to put in the attic or the garage, I was packing to go on vacation for two weeks (which, interestingly enough became the worst vacation of my life, overcoming even a disastrous trip to Florida--alas, that is a story for another time), keeping an eye towards what I might want to pack for Taiwan.

I think it is time to admit that the tri-packing experiment has failed. Horribly.
I now have no idea where anything is or even where to begin looking. So as I make my final arrangements for Taiwan, I find myself digging through every box I so neatly packed away, finding nothing and feeling slightly frustrated. Luckily, I'm committed to packing light so not being able to find anything is probably helping my cause.

3 days and counting...