What do I pack?

A full suitcase sits in my room like an elephant who overstayed its welcome long after somebody brought everyone to its attention. It still won't leave the room. I need to unpack from Minnesota.
Damn.
I have to unpack it and repack some of it into two different, smaller ones. A hiking backpack and a rolling suitcase should do.
I leave for India in three days, and I leave Kansas City tomorrow.
My mind is hesitant, so many things to do and consider, and all I have to do now is get up and do it. My ticket is bought, my visa is secure, yet my backpack is empty.
I want to pack as little as possible, too much clutter can be cumbersome and draw unnecessary attention. Being white in India will already do that, no point in being white and a pack rat.
Will I need a tie? What about hiking boots? What about charcoal for drawing? Wart remover?
I look at these things and wonder how their absence or presence will affect my time abroad.
Whatever I bring, I'm going. My reading is not finished, my Marathi is nonexistent.
Why can't I get myself to pack? What am I waiting for?
Now, there is a new elephant in the room that I must address. I will miss Minnesota, and leaving the suitcase unpacked keeps it closer to my memory.

Or maybe I'm just bullshitting myself and I need to get my lazy ass off the computer so I can pack.


I think that should be my last sentence for this post.

David