Today was my day to pack for the my stance in the great state of Nebraska.
And I sucked.
And in full disclosure, I just suck at packing.
I’m incredibly good at over-packing.
So, today I over-packed.
I think that perhaps I may blame my over-packing tendencies on my childhood.
You know…being a girl scout and all…and being the daughter of a boy scout, it was bound to happen.
One of those scouting gigs talks about “Being prepared”
Well…how can you really be prepared for the unknown unless you have something for every occasion?
Packing sucks.
Oh.
Did I mention I’m reliving my undergraduate years and will be living in a freaking dorm.
So, not only do I have to pack for unforseen events…I have to pack things like towels and sheets
(although perhaps I could just ‘borrow’ them from the hotel I’m staying at the first night, right?)
{And again…for those passionate readers who like to take everything I write grossly out of context…please realize I say that ‘tonge-in-cheek’ and have no intention of stealing. Stealing is wrong. I know. I’m Catholic(ish)}
Long story short. I’m packing for an adventure.
I mean,
I’m OVER-PACKING for an adventure.
And the mere action of over-packing stresses me out.
Yet taking things out of the over-packed bag is just as stressful.
Shit.
Aren’t there ‘people’ who can do all this packing nonsense for me?
I’d like that.
Sigh.
I’m rambling.
Just so I can avoid the Prison of Packing my closet has become.
Man.
Packing.
Sucks.
I wish I had something more meaningful to write about.
But, writing about the crappiness of packing is significantly easier to talk about than the absolute shittiness of leaving the Chickens for three whole weeks.
So, I’ll end on that note.
Packing sucks.
But, I’m devastated to leave the Chickens for 3 weeks.
Devastated.
Even knowing it is the right thing to do doesn’t make it any easier.
But.
I’ll do it.
Big picture…long run…wide view….
I know it is the best thing.
So, I’ll continue over-packing and pretend that I’m stressed about that.
Pushing the Chicken anxiety away.
What you don’t think about can’t hurt you, right?
I wish I had known you had to pack, even for three weeks I could have helped you with a very specific list, I am expert. I travel for a living and have done so for twenty years. The past 4 months are the first time in nearly ten that I haven’t traveled, it is weird as can be. I could have told you exactly how to pack, right down to what to take, how to lay it out, what to put into what bags and where to put it (even sheets and towels).
I know it is hard to leave your chickens, you are right though big picture wide lens. It will be okay, easy for me to say I know. But it will be okay.
Really??!! I had an expert and didn’t take advantage of it! My closet is literally still a huge pile of things I have convinced myself I can’t live without. NExt time please expect a knock on your virtual door because I am an expert over-packer.
So is my husband. He throws everything he thinks he needs on the bed. I throw half it back into his draws, he never misses it.
I, like my sister, am a queen of packing. I routinely get three of us in one suitcase and never buy a thing when I arrive. My last trip, we went for four days…all three of us in a 29″ carry-on and an over the shoulder bag with snacks. The ice chest for the drinks for the ride was bigger than all the luggage put together.
Red.