Moving to Kansas
I casually said I'd be my aunt's nanny so she could keep her kids at home. She was moving to Kansas, mid-America, and most unhip of places for a 23-year old city craver to live. The Army stationed her at Fort Riley, Kansas.
Packing became a sad ordeal. I could check three bags. I'm one to pack light, which seemed impossible. I wasn't going to leave without my stereo, so that was one bag. I had my suitcase, which was another. I packed for a climate, both hot and cold.
My final bag, I figured, would go to books and random junk. I narrowed my "to read" books to about 20.
The CD issue was also a pain. First, I counted my CDs and found I had about 200. I managed to get down to 80-ish but was stuck there. Some CDs I like because of only one song. I didn't have time to make a tape of these, so I sacrificed. I left radio CDs, stuff like Alanis Morrissette that I'll hear on the radio anyway.
I left one speaker for my stereo, so I could fit the printer in there, along with some of the books. I carried on a laptop and backpack full of magazines and tapes and my heavy CDs.