A week's worth of clothes, internet access, a camera, books, music, and enough drawing supplies to last a year.
I was speaking to someone recently who lost everything in a house fire. She told me it turned out to be one of the best things that ever happened to her. I often suspected this was the case. Or maybe I felt there must be a reason I would sometimes daydream of my home burning down. And I hoped I wasn't an arsonist.
I'm going only with what I can fit into two bags. Everything else I gave or threw away. Of course modern life makes that a little less Kerouac than back in the day. I'll have a laptop and a kindle and a smartphone and two cameras and a small scanner and three ipods (they're so small, why not bring a spare?)
But I'm also bringing three virgin 8×5 moleskine drawing books, and three 3×5 notebooks. Three 9×12 pads of cold press 120lb bristol paper, and an 8×12 hot press 70lb sketchbook. Twenty (at least) drawing pens of various sizes, a dozen more pencils, and assorted erasers and rulers. I don't really know what I'm going to draw once I'm there, but I suspect I will have significant inspiration.
A week's worth of clothes, internet access, a camera, books, music, and enough drawing supplies to last a year. It feels free, light, like I'm open and awake and ready for anything.
And I'm glad I didn't have to set anything on fire.