20 February 2009
In which It is realized that there is one week left...
And I begin to freak out a little.
Not freak out bad. But freak out in a good. The best kind of freaking out possible: Packing. And what to bring. And more importantly, not to bring.
When I was little, I used to LOVE packing. I'd set aside clothes neatly folded in piles on the side a few days before my trip, until I realized, I had nothing to wear during that waiting period. Somewhere along the line, I started to hate packing. Maybe it was when I started buying my own clothes and shoes, maybe it was when my clothes started to become too big and too heavy to fit into a small plastic pink backpack for a weekend trip to Disney World.
Regardless, I hate packing.
I love lists and I love organization, but there's something about packing that turns me into such a procrastinator. I vow not to do that this time. And thus... I Google, "How to pack for Italy" because I am THAT lazy about this.