A week's worth of clothes, internet access, a camera, books, music, and enough drawing supplies to last a year.
I was speaking to someone recently who lost everything in a house fire. She told me it turned out to be one of the best things that ever happened to her. I often suspected this was the case. Or maybe I felt there must be a reason I would sometimes daydream of my home burning down. And I hoped I wasn't an arsonist.
I'm going only with what I can fit into two bags. Everything else I gave or threw away. Of course modern life makes that a little less Kerouac than back in the day. I'll have a laptop and a kindle and a smartphone and two cameras and a small scanner and three ipods (they're so small, why not bring a spare?)
But I'm also bringing three virgin 8x5 moleskine drawing books, and three 3x5 notebooks. Three 9x12 pads of cold press 120lb bristol paper, and an 8x12 hot press 70lb sketchbook. Twenty (at least) drawing pens of various sizes, a dozen more pencils, and assorted erasers and rulers. I don't really know what I'm going to draw once I'm there, but I suspect I will have significant inspiration.
A week's worth of clothes, internet access, a camera, books, music, and enough drawing supplies to last a year. It feels free, light, like I'm open and awake and ready for anything.
And I'm glad I didn't have to set anything on fire.