Hello, Goodbye

I fit my life inside this suitcase:

Chose 6 of these to bring with me:

It was originally 5, but my mad packing skills fall apart when it comes to books and I have no self control.

• Haykin, Rediscovering the Early Church Fathers
• Packer, Knowing God
• Wilson, Notes from the Tilt-a-Whirl
• Eco, The Name of the Rose
• Austen, Sense and Sensibility
• Barrs, Echoes of Eden

Rounded up this festive slew of official-looking documents:

Left a silly haiku on my professor's door:

Fixated on an over-dramatic-for-the-situation piece of poetry:

IN what torn ship so ever I embark,
That ship shall be my emblem of Thy ark ;
What sea soever swallow me, that flood
Shall be to me an emblem of Thy blood ;
Though Thou with clouds of anger do disguise
Thy face, yet through that mask I know those eyes,
    Which, though they turn away sometimes,
        They never will despise.

I sacrifice this island unto Thee,
And all whom I love there, and who loved me ;
When I have put our seas 'twixt them and me,
Put thou Thy seas betwixt my sins and Thee.
As the tree's sap doth seek the root below
In winter, in my winter now I go,
    Where none but Thee, the eternal root
        Of true love, I may know.

(Donne, "A Hymn to Christ, at the Author's Last Going Into Germany")

And now I must go to bed. Goodbye America. Hello England.