nothing more than packing for a trip. It doesn’t matter if it’s a weekend getaway when I know I’ll probably only wear a t-shirt and shorts or fancy vacation where I have to have a cute outfit
(no repeats) every night; they all stress me out. My friends can attest to this confession. For Thailand, I’ll be gone for 6-12 months or less or more or who knows, but it’s really starting to make me packing-antsy. I started arranging my clothes, toiletries, and other necessities early this morning so I could get a good head start on things. I decided to take a break and run a couple of errands including pick up some meds at Walgreens. After waiting in line at the drive thru for 30 minutes the classy broad behind me zipped around, rolled down her window and yelled some obscenities to me. Really. Not today lady. A few minutes later I found myself parked by the front door waiting for Miss Impatient to come out. After 5 minutes of contemplating my first choice words, I decided to be the bigger person and leave. This is what packing makes me do, get in fights with uneducated people at Walgreens.
This is what I want to bring with me:
This is the bag I have to fit it all into:
Needless to say, it’s not going to happen. This is the final elimination pile:
Did I really think that my fins and scuba gear was the most practical accessory to lug around for 6 months? I don’t think so. After hours of pulling my hair out I stuffed everything I think I needed into two backpacks. I’m pretty confident that I’ll be ditching some clothes along the way.
|The final product|