This question has plagued me for some time and my feelings have vacillated. Initially I was wedded to the idea of bringing my entire life, shipping scads of boxes and essentially transporting my house part and parcel. Those ideas have been steadily eroding, and at this rate I will likely depart with one sock and a box of mint-flavored floss in a plastic bag. Perhaps there's a happy medium. But really, what do I honestly need? This could turn into a more existential examination of possessions and materialism than I think I'm intending, but it does give me pause about the relative importance of my objects. This has been magnified by my current dual-household status with commuting between Connecticut and Falmouth while I'm teaching. Turns out I can subsist on relatively few things in my Groton apartment. Chiefly, my computer, clothes, toilet paper, and Battlestar Galactica DVDs. I suppose that indicates some regression back into a college-age existence. I prefer to think of it (naturally) as a maturation into a refined sense of necessity and simplicity. Thoreau, eat your heart out. The truth, of course, has everything to do with the bother and hassle of moving objects, which I'm sure will regulate my international shipping endeavors.
Any suggestions? Things you cannot live without, with which you'd travel to the ends of the Earth? Things you've tried to get rid of but haven't managed to shake?
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Not necessities, but small things that make life more bearable and interesting:
-Digital camera
-Card reader for camera
-Chargers for /all/ electric devices! (Possible converter for electronic plugs?)
-Books on CD that you can convert and store on the ipod. Great for the plane...
-I'd pack small knitting projects. You? I'd suggest some small thing to occupy your hands. Helps me feel sane in odd situations. Silly putty?
- Your all time favorite book. Mine seems to vary, but I always find comfort in a familiar book.
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