Once again, we are on the move. Nine of Cups is staying put at Atlantic Yacht Basin and we are heading back to Las Vegas for some family time. As usual, the boat is a total shambles as we haul out duffel bags and suitcases, preparing for the trip back. This time, along with our usual clothes, laptops and other gear, we're transferring the contents of many bins that had been stored for years at Lin's back to Las Vegas. We carted it all down by car just after the holidays and now we're trying to jam it all into suitcases and duffels to get it back across the country, compliments of “two bags fly free” on Southwest Airlines.
Cups' front berth has been laden down with it all and I swear I can hear her sighing in relief as we frantically try to cram it all into our existing transit bags … which have, I must say, seen better days.
It's mostly memorabilia. You know, the topper to our wedding cake, love letters and diaries and journals, photo albums and framed pics from another time. I used to collect Christmas ornaments from each port, but we haven't celebrated Christmas aboard in a long time. All those ornaments are carefully packed in a bin which we're taking back, too.
By the time we pack up the one-way rental car with all the luggage and head to the Baltimore airport, Nine of Cups will be lighter and happier and all tidied up once again, bobbing at the dock, waiting for our return at the end of February. We've got our to-do list for leaving and another one for all the chores we need to do once we get back to Vegas.
So, what will we do with all the “stuff” when we get to Las Vegas? Well, there's a closet that we all share that's large enough to house a small family. We'll take up our share of it with all the bins and assorted crap ... I mean, stuff ... I mean precious mementos until we have the time to sift through them seriously and the courage to discard some of it. That day may never come, but David keeps hoping.