I have to say that I can be a little compulsive when it comes to packing. I like to be totally packed and safe in the knowledge that I don’t have to worry about anything. I feel the call to pack so strongly, that I find it hard not to put away my toiletries & other bits & pieces 36 hours before I need to. It kept me up last night thinking about how my computer & its peripherals are sitting here, higgldy-piggldy on the desk when they could be neatly and lovingly placed in their little backpack. Sure I need to use them tomorrow, but I’ve PACKED!
The time has come. Once my last load of washing makes it out of the dryer, I will repack part of one bag & then I am gone. The Hunter Valley, my home for a month, will be naught buy a memory for the next six months. Over the last two years I have gotten used to moving, having done so about half a dozen times, but this is a new time. The book cases, beds and bric-a-brac are all in storage. I’ve distilled all that I own down to all that I feel I need to survive for the next six months. The captive world of Tim Goldsmith is almost at an end and the age of “Tim Goldsmith: International man of mystery” is about to begin.
Don’t worry though people, this international man of mystery is bringing his computer with him, so the little piece of frivolity known to you as timgoldsmith.com shall continue to be.
Stay tuned for “tales of the wanderiing Tim”