12-and-a-bit weeks to go - Buddhism.

Like a drunkenly captained cruise ship crashing through a jetty, I plough on through my list of things to do and find myself at the "What do I take?" or "What don't I take?" port.

KLM will let me take 23 kilos and for another $80 I can take another 23 kilos. However, if I want to take a third bag it'll cost me another $160. The post office will let me send a 20 kilo box for $180 which seems expensive, and ever since they spectacularly, and I suspect criminally, failed to deliver a bunch of postcards I once entrusted to them, I'm not overkeen on hiring them again. 

The truth is, I'd really like to go Buddhist on this move.

Do I need more than 46 kilos of things in my life? Ten years ago I moved to my current apartment with just two bags, and one of them was full of climbing equipment. Nowadays I don't even climb, in fact the only real justification I have for taking loads of things is, well, sentimentality.

Let us take a moment to consider the words of some great thinking people (Has anyone else discovered Brainyquote.com?).

If we look closely, we can see that those who have many possessions are not necessarily happy. In fact, being wealthy often brings even more anxiety. - Dalai Lama.

If you want to be perfect, go, sell your possessions and give to the poor, and you will have treasure in heaven. - J.C. 

I was dancing in a lesbian bar - Jonathan Richman

OK. The last one is perhaps less relevant but it does give me the chance to link to one of my favourite videos of all time

In conclusion. I have to get back to basics. There's no room for clutter nor sentimentality. So, like some drunken students attempting to fit twenty people into a phone box, I have to strip-back ten years of things into just 46 kilos of weight.

Help me Snufkin.