July 24, 2002 | 10:17 AM

Soon I�ll be packing up my whole life.

Boxing up books and CD�s. Swaddling wineglasses and chachkis in bundles of newspaper and scotch tape. Taking things apart in hopes that in the new home they can be put back together again.

But you never know until you get there.

Moving is such a powerful act. You can feel so grounded and stuck, and then all of a sudden you realize your world isn�t fixed. Space and time regain flow. You aren�t drowning anymore but being carried. You aren�t swimming against the current. You are going around the bend and who knows where it will lead.

And you can take objects with you or throw them away.

You have so many choices.

It�s good to relinquish control and expectation. It�s good to let life wash over you. It�s good to see the lessons life offers you. It�s good to see what you need to learn in order to be a better person. It�s good to see that better person in the future�by better I mean more evolved, more aware, kinder, more patient, less judgemental, less jealous, more intuitive and tuned in.

There are no guarantees. Only metaphors to be deconstructed and depths to be plumbed and fears to be overcome and more to read and appreciate and learn.

Face it�we�re all just part of a big classroom so take out your pencils and get to work.

I have no idea what is to become of me.

And that�s just the way I want it.

17 more days.