Packing really sucks.
I’m sure it’s a picnic
for the poised
but I’m not
I’m one of the unorganized
not one of the spice cabinet alphabetizers
I hate packing.
Mostly because I have to make a million micro decisions.
Should I pack two tubes of travel size toothpaste or just the medium size tube? Pack the medium tube and just one travel size.
It’s discipline mode.
I had to try on every outfit
I wanted to bring
just to make sure it was comfortable.
If not, it didn’t make the cut.
Off the team like a fat kid cut from the select soccer team
Ligistics. If it doesn’t make sense, don’t pack it.
But that dress would look smashing at a night club in Soho.
You’re not going to Soho or a London nightclub.
But there’s always a possibility.
I was overthinking it when I wanted to go get new clothes because the clothes I picked to bring are not all that comfortable. Come to think of it, none of my clothes are super perfect comfortable.
That is my mistake: thinking that a new wardrobe would be more comfortable.
Then again, nothing is perfect.
I got the job done.
Time to sleep next to my husband for the third to last time for two weeks.