Bag packing before visiting my parents. Bag packing before leaving them on Sunday evenings. Bag packing before going to Ventspils for a weekend . Again one packed before returning to Riga. A bag packed when traveling abroad. Unpacking, packing, unpacking, packing... What is this magic cycle?
I'd be happy to live without anything, unattached, not needing that imaginary comfort. Can't take everything with myself anyway.
Maybe there is a set number of times for a person to pack and unpack a bag, a set number of times for moving from a house to another? Until this person feels at home for good.
How many bag packings there are ahead for me until I am home?
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