But repacking is not simply about objects. There is emotional repacking: reclassifying stories, editing your personal mythology for a new audience, or perhaps for your future self. Here the choices are more treacherous. What do you tell the new neighbor? Which version of your life do you offer in a brief dinner-party introduction? How do you explain a gap in your résumé without collapsing into defensiveness? We curate ourselves the way we curate books on a shelf. Repacking becomes narrative economy: which anecdotes survive the move and which are boxed away as clutter?