I doubt it's anyone's favorite part of the process, but I really hate packing. I put it off until the very last minute and am always convinced I have brought too much or too little. It was the one area of real argument between us when getting ready for a vacation - Bill would start getting anxious and asking me: when was I getting ready, when was I getting ready? The more he asked, the slower I became (rule #1 in keeping Ann happy is "do not nag"). He would empty the entire contents of his dresser and closet and then get annoyed when I tried to make the pile more manageable. I would end up with about 1/4 of a suitcase to bring everything I needed. It rarely ended well.
So now I can just pack for me and it's weird. I came to rely on his anxiety to force me to get moving and now I wait almost too long. Once I become a true frequent traveler, I will get it down to a science.
Clothes are done, camera stuff mostly done (I'm bringing Bill's with me too, so lots of new stuff to figure out) and everything else ready to go in the carry-ons tomorrow. It's all very real and yet not - always feels like this after months of planning. I'm excited, nervous and restless - usual pre-trip jitters taken to a new level.
I am ready - no turning back now.
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