For the last 3 weeks or so, I've been slowly trying to put things together for my trip. A shirt here, a book there. The suitcase has been sitting open next to my dresser to allow easy access for things I may think of. It sounded like a logical and organized plan.
Until I decided to take stock of what I've packed. It turns out what I've packed is my entire wardrobe.
Why is packing so darn hard? Every time I leave the country, I think, "the next time, I'm not going to over pack. the next time, I'm going to be better." And each next time is always as horrendous as the last. I know what it's like to carry a ridiculously sized suitcase around. I know getting a 25 inch suitcase on and off the Tube is the worst possible thing ever. And yet, here we are again, with everything I own shoved into a rolling wardrobe I call a suitcase.
The main problem is the sheer number of times we're going to the theater. I can't wear what I've schlepped all over the city in, so I need additional classy clothing, which requires sweaters - in case I get cold, sandals - to replace the flip flops I live in for the other 22 hours of the day, and small bags - because my travel purse isn't lovely enough to match my dresses. It's a whole thing that I think would be easier if I wasn't so weird.
One of these days I'll learn. Until then, I'll work on my muscles hauling my closet around with me...
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