July 19, 2008

My Western States' Suitcase

Yes, its true. I can't bring myself to unpack my suitcase.

Yes the one I took up to Western States three and half weeks ago. It still sits next to my bed. I don't even remember what is in there. I'm pretty sure everything is fine, like I don't think there are any perishables to worry about in there. Although I vaguely remember seeing a stain when I picked it up at baggage check. I think one of the high pressure sun screen dispensers blew up somewhere inside it. I remember smelling something like that.

My wife is starting to get a little weird about it all. "When are you going to unpack that thing," she's asked several times. I've gotten by with a "yea, I'll do it tonite" a few times. She hasn't brought it up for a few days now. I took a picture of it today. Mainly because I'm not sure what might happen over the next few days. One fear I have is that I will come home one day, and it will be gone. All that sits inside of it, dispersed to remote regions around the house. Not to be seen again...

Oh, the memories.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

It's a goner...
(a message from your wife)

Greg said...

I'll take it! Hope all is well.

Frayed Laces said...

I wish I had something witty to say, but all I can think of is "that sucks". Maybe keep it packed until the next one?

Will said...

still not unpacked...one of these days.

Anonymous said...

It's been banished to the closet...out of sight, out of mind.
(a message from Will's wife)