Packing has always been a troubling and somewhat depressing affair.  You go through all of your possessions, subjectively turning down some for the journey and taking some along, all the while with a nagging feeling that you’ve forgotten that one thing that you can’t possibly live without.  It also is one of the few times when I actually feel guilty about owning as many things as I do.

Not to mention the fact that when you’re not packing for a vacation, you’re generally packing to leave one place for another.  I remember the night at the end of spring semester when I packed up most of my life into cardboard boxes and suitcases; saying goodbye to MIT and all of my friends there is never a happy time.

Packing for Seattle is a little strange, since I’m living there for three months, but the apartment I’m moving into is fully furnished, and even has bi-weekly housecleaning.  I’m basically packing to live in a hotel for three months.  And I’m bringing my Wii.

It is my greatest hope and dream that one of my colleagues will bring Rock Band.