Not even a quarter of the way through unpacking boxes of books (all of which need to be cleaned first), I came upon the boxes of maps – maps of cities, states, countries – piles upon piles of them. Some folded neatly, some with no hope of ever being folded again. Some ripped to shreds. Some with red magic marker detailing a route. Some so old there probably aren’t the same roads anymore.
I debated about keeping the maps but for me, the Queen of the Directionally Challenged, paper maps actually HELP me. Even with GPS in the car and on the iPhone, there are some times when a paper map is really the ONLY way to see which way to go – literally and figuratively. Mr. EOS swears by maps, says it orients him and from there, he can put the map down and can “see” which way to head. Sure.
Then there are all the guide books – perhaps these, more so than maps, have little to no use. The last trip we took we used a digital city app for touring. I can remember on some long trips, like the one to Vietnam, Thailand, and Cambodia, we practically needed another SUITCASE for all the guide books we brought. They weighed a ton and there was always “discussion” about who was stuck carrying them during the day.
Of course, the best part of making the decision to keep or toss the maps and books, is that no matter what, we’ll always keep the memories stored of some fabulous journeys around this amazing world.
As an aside, while moving furniture around to get in queue to be cleaned, we saw this rather disturbing boot print on TOP of a glass hutch and a second on a leather chair. Both were covered but it says either the painter we fired or the sheetrocker decided they didn’t need a ladder. Pretty awful, and nervy, if you ask me.