I'm going down south to pack up my childhood.

I'm waiting for some permissions to come through on a site I'm supposed to be working on, putting phone numbers into The Brain, printing out the flight details.

My flight is at a little before 6 tonight. I'll be arriving in San Jose before nine tonight, and then my flight back is on Monday morning at 6:50 AM. I'm going straight from the airport to work.

While there, I'm going to have dinner with a friend I've never met, and go through the thirty boxes of stuff I have accumulated in my parents' attic. My mom called me the other day to tell me that they'd pulled down all the boxes and that there were thirty of them, just to let me know what I was in for.

Thanks, mom.

I wonder what's in all of the boxes? I know there are a lot of books--not just college textbooks (I will finally reclaim my linguistics textbooks! Oh, happy day!) but books from my childhood, books that are out of print that I've never replaced. I know there's my collection of model horses, and My Little Ponies, and a whole tub of little plastic animals. Oh, and stuffed animals. Can't forget those.

I have to decide what to have shipped up to me and what to give away. Some of the books will be shoo-ins, one or two of the stuffed animals will be as well. (I will not give up Tug, the stuffed dog i hauled around with me everywhere between 1981 and 1985.) But what else? Okay, maybe the model horses, maybe the My Little Ponies if they're in good shape (ah, things I can always sell on eBay...), school papers, maybe.

I'm acutally hoping that I'll come across my memory box. I had a cigar box that I had a bunch of little things in, each of them holding a memory of something I had been. It was comforting, having a physical reminder of the memories. It disappeared when i was packing for college, and I haven't seen it since. 'I'm hoping that it made its way into one of the boxes and that I'll discover it this weekend, dusty but intact.

I hope.

It's weird, thinking about going and revisiting all of these memories, all of the past that will spring unbidden from the boxes. I'm walking into an ambush, I know. I can remember so much, now, the memories are so new and yet tinged with the yellow of age.

Wish me luck, everyone.

This is a picture of Muk, taken yesterday. My goodness, she's adorable. (The guy she's standing with is her überboss, the good Senator Tom Harkin (D-Iowa). Sen. Harkin is *cool*. Everyone's favorite Democratic senator. The woman in the middle is the person responsible for the quilt exhibit they're standing in front of, which Muk helped coordinate.) She swears it wasn't one of her most photogenic moment. I'm reserving judgement until i actually meet the girl.

Okay, I admit it. I miss K. I'll be *ever* so happy to see her on Tuesday. It sounds like she's having a good time in hawai'i, so I'm quite happy for her.

See y'all when i get back!

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