Five days from now I’ll be in Minneapolis. I’m excited for the potential that it will be a significant enough change from so much of the past that I’ll be shaken awake and will feel alive. Aside from a few exceptions, I’ve felt like a corpse since junior high.

Inventory:

passport
state ID
insurance card
towel (per the hitchhiker’s guide to the galaxy)
shaving supplies
10x copies of resume
official transcripts
cell phone (refilled with a healthy dose of minutes)
printouts of bus schedules
map
handful of band-aids, A&D
toenail clippers
toothpaste, toothbrush, floss
soap/shampoo
digital camera
deck of cards
cowon iaudio x5L
headphones
glass mason jar
1 pair pants
4x pairs socks
4x pairs boxers
2x shirts, 2x t-shirts
sunglasses
copy of bawd blue cohosh (book-in-progress)
a vision of battlements, 1965 novel by Anthony Burgess
the long day wanes, a malayan trilogy, also by A. Burgess
spiral-bound notebook, college ruled
photocopies of piano songs I’ve written
cable & combination lock

What have I forgotten?