Packing for a Trip: Thursday's Reflection

I don't like packing to go on a trip.

There's just too much to consider. The weather. The number of days. Our plans--where we are going, who we will see and what we will do.  And what happens if I spill or get something dirty, as I am apt to do?

And then the accessories. The right shoes. Will we be doing lots of walking? Well, then comfort is the most important thing. I'm someone who likes variety, and I like what I wear to match--at least to some degree. And I don't like wrinkles. Oh, the wardrobe woes! 

The bottom line is that I feel better, if I think I look ok, presentable. 

So I stand in my closet and I pull out possible outfits. I sort and I toss. I fold and then I reconsider and rehang those pants and this top. Maybe this blouse would be better. And I can always wear my trusty jean jacket, if it gets cool. 

And will I have enough toothpaste and shampoo? How often will I need to wash my hair? On a recent trip I forgot mascara. I look invisible without mascara, I think. Oh well, I survived. I usually forget at least one thing, but rarely does it matter. I know that, but still...

Do I want to stay home to avoid my packing phobia? No, of course, not, but a maid, like one in Downton Abbey, would be nice.
      "Might I suggest the pink frock, Madam, and your
       long strand of pearls? You'll look stunning at Lord and
       Lady X's dinner."

And, of course, this imaginary maid would do the actual packing. Neatly and precisely. 

I may not be a good packer, but I am excellent unpacker. We came home from a couple days away recently and within 45 minutes everything was unpacked--washer was swirling with dirty clothes, and unused or still clean were hanging in their assigned spots. I had emptied the cooler, read the mail, and made a grocery list. All was restored, for the art of resettlement is one of my gifts. 

Of course, in-between the packing and the unpacking is what is most important. This is a month of short trips to spend time with friends and family. In fact, soon we will be on the road again for the next round of reconnecting with loved ones. My wardrobe woes will fade into the background, and I will quickly remember what makes my dreaded packing indecisiveness worth it. 

A confession: writing this post has been a distraction. I have not finished packing and we leave in a few minutes. 
              "Madam," says my invisible maid, "don't forget
              your pajamas."

An Invitation
What is your least favorite part of traveling? I would love to know. 

NOTE: I am going to be away from the garret for awhile and more than likely won't be posting till early July.