About once a month, I have a dream (okay, nightmare) where I find myself at the airport, about to go somewhere, with no luggage. In other dreams, I’m going somewhere, and I have about two minutes to pack. These are the dreams that have me waking up in a sweat. The thought of being unprepared when I travel terrifies me.
Which is probably why Andrew will joke with me and ask me a week before we go anywhere if I’ve packed yet. It’s pretty true though – I’ll pack the core of my stuff around three days before a short/local trip, and around a week before a longer or international trip.
It’s not that it takes me hours to decide what to take; it’s quite a quick process in fact. But there’s something comforting and security-inducing to know that my stuff is ready in a case, and all I need to do is add the extras. And there’s nothing more anxiety-inducing than hearing people say: “Oh, I’ll just wake up a bit earlier to pack for my trip before my early flight”. Or “I’ll just throw some things in the case and then we can go on holiday”. How reckless! How on the edge! How terrifying!
Towards the end of last year. around the time of the wedding, the actual event was actually the least of my “stresses”. The real concern was ensuring I packed appropriately for the wedding weekend (including your clothes, plus snacks and games), Paris for a day after, and our seaside holiday a week after that, with all your stuff included.
I *know* these are minor worries in the greater scheme of things, but it’s one of those things that I like getting round to sooner than later. In fact, I remember one work trip a few years ago when my bag was packed and ready before I even had my passport and visa (granted, I only got these two the day before I left).
Okay, gotta go. Packing for our weekend away, and we’re leaving tomorrow. Just kidding – I’ve already packed. I would never leave it this “late”.
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