Another Suitcase in Another Hall
On Saturday I leave for IVLI, a month long camp hosted by InterVarsity Christian Fellowship, a nationwide club of which I am my chapter's president. I leave in two days and I am about half way packed. Packing for a month reminds me of something about myself. I hate suitcases and packing. In fact, I once said that I think hell will be mountains of things that need to be packed in suitcases. I'm also crazy good at packing suitcases. Both the hatred and talent are born from the fact that I have had to use suitcases far too often for my taste. Up until I was 17, I lived in the same area. We moved from an apartment to a house when I was two, but I barely remember that. Suitcases were a sign of fun. They meant that we were going to camp, or to see the grandparents, or on vacation. It was two to ten days that you went and had a wonderful time and then you got to come home. At 17, my family moved to Wisconsin. Let me tell you, moving ten people's possessions several states is n...