Some older books will have to come with me. It's said that of all the five senses, smell is the one most closely related to memory. I can open a book and the scent of the pages brings me back to my grandparents' home on the Long Island Sound in the 1950's. It was a magical place and our refuge from New York City summers. I've vowed never to own a Kindle.
Looking through my mother's old photo albums reminds me of her sense of adventure. Her holding a three toed sloth somewhere in Central America or the photo she took with a disposable camera of
I'll take a few old kitchen items that you can't seem to find anymore or that work better than anything made today. There's the aluminum cookie press with the little discs that we'd take out every Christmas to make sugar cookies. We'd put those horrible, tiny silver balls on them that would crack a tooth and red and green sugar sprinkles. The taste of a sugar cookie can carry me away to every happy Christmas I've known. Oh, and my grandmother's hand grinder will have a home in my new cocina too.
My thirty eight year old, handmade Favilla guitar will end up in
Then there's my mother's Chiwara. It's a beautiful Mali headdress that stands close to three feet high. She bought it just when her sight was starting to go. She said she would still be able to appreciate it when she could no longer see. I'll also bring the pieces of Inuit soapstone she left me. She liked to think of sculpture as Braille art.
I have a friend in Chuburna Puerto who relocated from Norway. He brought his great grandparents' clock, his clothes and two massive Greyhounds. The dogs were shipped to Mexico City and he drove the 800 miles east. Temperature might have been the reason. I've read that you can't transport animals if the temperature exceeds 85 degrees Fahrenheit at time of takeoff or landing.
Figuring out how to get my things to Mexico is going to take a lot of planning but I've got to find a house first.