I went to my storage unit and confronted my possessions. I’m not sure I need them. But I’m not ready to assume I’m permanently expatriate, yet, although I obviously have tendencies in that direction. Given that, I guess I feel there’s some value in keeping it all – in convenience if not in strictly financial terms.
The stuff is in good condition – dry and musty, but full of dust and cobwebs and somewhat jumbled. It’s a bit like visiting a neglected attic.
My friends and I went out to a very authentic Mexican place in a nearby strip mall – it felt like a quintessentially American experience. It’s definitely one thing I miss.
