Baggage.

When one makes the decision to close up shop and move to another country, what does one take?

Did you leave in a hurry? Did you plan it? What do you leave and what do you pack?

When you're walking through the living room, what odd knicknacks and books do you find yourself in when you pick them up? What selves do you choose to take, that look back at you from foreign rooms and tabletops?

What parts of yourself go under the cardboard and tape, waiting for a distant day of sudden light and realization and maybe joy? I don't remember putting this in here.

Where is your core, where is your true self? In the suitcase or in the boxes, or in the faces of the students your left behind? Is it carried with you, in your chest and behind the slide show of all important clothing? Or did you stash it safely in that Well, off Ul.Piękna so you know where to find it?

Will you come back?