I adore traveling and going on trips. The length of a trip doesn’t matter nor correlate to the height of my anticipation and excitement. Three days warrants the same attention to detail and wardrobe as a two-week vacation. Does not matter if the mode of transport is Plane, Train or Automobile. I wind into a fevered pitch. Therein lies the small problem that cast a note of anxiety on my pre-vacation pleasure.
Packing the suitcase or suitcases, as the situation calls for, is a horror and I dread it every time. Day clothes, evening wear, bathing suit and coverup, whether its winter or summer, shoes, make-up, shoes, meds, shoes, body lotion, shoes, hair products, shoes, slippers, sneakers, robe, sweaters, different weight jackets and shawls, band aids, face cream, candles, chips, booze for the room, seltzer, matches, stockings, socks, knee highs, shoes, tums, hair brushes, hair clips, safety pins, needle and thread, jewelry, computer with its charger, and so on.
Then there is rearranging my pocket-book so that I am prepared for check-in without going through the suitcase. Glasses, driver’s license, hotel confirmation printout, Master Card, club card, tissues, comb, lipstick, lipliner, blush, writing paper, pen, money, which must be broken down into all kinds of denominations for tips, hand lotion, sunglasses, cell phone, and car charger. All needs to be on hand all the time.
There are items I have left out of this extensive list. It takes me days to pack. I like to be prepared for all events. Heaven forbid I don’t have a choice of earrings. Or my mood dictates full evening regalia and the shoes don’t match the gown. Yes, I pack everything just short of the kitchen sink.
BTW, Jim and I travel together. He throws some stuff in his suitcase and is done packing in 15 minutes. Go figure.