No “real” post tonight — I’ve been packing for my trip to NYC tomorrow…
I don’t know why packing fills me with such anxiety, but it does. Maybe it’s because I can’t choose what to wear, that I’ll forget something, pack only one pair of underwear, lose my luggage… It throws me in an absolute tizzy and I always overpack. And for work trips it’s especially not fun, because I have to pack work clothes and none of my “fun” clothes, and I feel so bleh. (But in reality, I’m not hip enough for New York, so it doesn’t matter anyway.) You’d think that after over 10 years of work travel I would have gotten the hang of this by now, but no. I think I’ve gotten worse.
This time, though, I think I did okay. Except I had based everything around the one pair of pants I couldn’t find. But I finally did, and even found a shirt I thought I’d lost years ago in the process, along with a bag of dry-cleaning I forgot about. If I take it in, I have a whole new wardrobe of stuff that probably doesn’t even fit anymore. Sigh.
All I’m missing is an umbrella, but whatever, I’ll just get wet. I have my glasses and pajamas and an extra pair of ballerina flats and a striped tee shirt, so I’ll be JUST FINE.
Except maybe I should pack a teddy bear? Hmmm.
Next dispatch: New York!