We all do it.
This may surprise some of you (NOT) but I am guilty of overpacking.
Tomorrow I leave for a fun filled weekend away with my lady pals from college. I have been looking forward to this all week. I had a pretty good idea of what I wanted to pack and was feeling pretty darn confident that I wouldn’t pack….to much.
I began packing at 11:00 this morning and finished up…..about an hour ago.
Should it have taken me allllllllll day to pack?
Do I REALLY need a full-size suitcase, bag, and tote for a two-day trip?
Typically I like to show up to someone’s house as if I am moving in. When traveling by car, this theory works great. By plane…..not so much. Especially when I am expected to only bring one suitcase.
One suitcase? That’s a joke, right? How am I supposed to fit the outfits I BOUGHT for the trip, the BACKUP outfits to the outfits I purchased, then the BACKUP to the backup outfits in case I am feeling fat? Not to mention the amount of shit I put on my face to make sure I don’t scare small children.
Let’s not forget all the things I need to help me sleep (high maintenance…..no, I just really value sleep….ok maybe high maintenance just a touch). My own pillow, blanket, computer so I can watch Friends…..white noise machine.
Yes, I travel with a white noise machine.
There was one time I traveled to Chicago with one suitcase. It seemed handy until I had to figure out how to fit all Michigan Avenue purchases in my carryon. I can’t relive that…it was just too traumatizing. Not the trip, the trip was great…but the idea of one suitcase…gets me all sorts of worked up.
So to all my fellow over-packers out there I salute you. Don’t ever let anyone steal your overpacking sunshine!
PEACE, LOVE, AND PACKING