Packing, I've gotten used to it over the years. As I remember it, I started packing for myself at the age of 6. My family travelled a lot and I continued to travel over the years. But it's one thing to pack and know that you are coming back home. What if home is moving with you?
Travel changes us but none so much as that which changes our surroundings permanently. I almost wrote "for good" and had to alter that wording because some of those moves weren't travel towards something new they were looking forward to. Rather they were looking for sanctuary after being evicted from their homes. How would you pack for a journey like that?
The temptation would be to take important family keepsakes with you, if you still had them. Only there would be limited ability to take furniture, especially things that were heavy and bulky. That was certainly true in early days with people crammed below decks on immigrant ships. At later dates, movement of household goods was more easily managed if you had the means to pay. I think that our family furniture followed by ship when we immigrated to Canada from England. We came by airplane, a far cry from those earlier immigration treks across the ocean. Not as easy as in this day and age though as there were no jets in those days.
It's interesting to think of the dynamics of our ancestors moving from place to place particularly when it involved immigration. Nice to think that some may have been able to take family keepsakes with them. And really, those were the lucky ones who weren't displaced by war or evacuation due to natural disasters. After those events, I suppose, choosing what to take with you may have been made easier because time was of the essence or perhaps there was little left to choose from.
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