Last Sunday, my princess and I went to visit my hubby's grandad at a beach house in Avon, NC (beautiful area). And all Saturday I knew I should gather up the things I would need for our short beach trip. Instead I stayed up until all hours of the night looking at mapquest determining the best route... which should be read as avoiding packing. Yeah I know I'm one of those people. A procrastinator of the worst kind. My mom once wrote a description of me that says she is absolutely certain that I was incapable of getting ready until one minute before the time I am supposed to leave. I know that this trait of mine always annoyed her...however I digress. I wanted to talk about my feelings about packing. I HATE IT. LOL.... That seems such a childish statement as I read it. I hate trying to figure out what I need and what I can stand to leave behind. I have accumulated my belongs because they are things I felt I could not live without. And I keep everything. I'm a hoarder. So it pains me to be separated from my belongings, even for a short duration.
I hope that you realize there is some exaggeration to this... yet sadly I must say there is some truth as well. Every time I go somewhere I always end up packing things I know I don't use, and most likely will not use while I'm gone. Unfortunately, there is an irrational voice in my mind that comes up with millions of scenarios that convince me that I do need to bring every item I own. And it is possible that I will miraculously lose inches off my thighs and fit into those pants that I haven't fit into since high school. Maybe I should just pack my box of hair things just in case my hair grows out from my chin length bob and I need my hair pulled up. And having one of anything is never enough when you pack because you never know what might happen to the first one.
In the end I am certain that our car looked something like the one above for our over night getaway. Is anyone else a packaholic?