Disorganized as usual
Trip Start
Oct 03, 2008
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Trip End
Oct 21, 2008
Hombrechtikon,
Switzerland
Thursday, October 2, 2008
My desk is still cluttered, the apartment is in desperate need of a once-over and the plane leaves in 36 hours. How do I manage to get myself into the same pickle every time I go on a trip? I am beginning to believe it is congenital, but then my mother would make us kids put out the clothes for our visits to New York two weeks in advance. This left us in the awful position, that the coolest threads were off limits for two weeks. A devastating prospect to a teen. So I swore to myself never to do that once I was in charge and have packed only hours before going to the airport ever since. The nasty side effect is that until a few hours before leaving, I do not feel compelled to get ready at all. So, it's definitely not from my mother's side. I have a suspicion, that I may be equally disposed as my father was in this department. He never got involved in any packing and left it to the overly organized and nervous person by his side.
Well, no such person at my side, and I'll only have to blame myself for anything that doesn't work out, fit in or gets left behind. A disconcerting thought, but also comforting in an odd way. Especially if you know that I cannot travel light. That just isn't an option. When I have a suitcase before me, I feel it's my obligation to lead it to its predestined purpose, which is to be filled. I'll also make sure it goes beyond its call of duty. Considering my size and avoirdupois, closing the bag was never a problem. I feel sorry for any poor sould who needs to take a look at the contents (for security reasons, of course) and the luggage starts acting like it's had all its training from Jack-in-the-Box. But that's not my worry, and, besides, tomorrow is another day. The last few words in honor of visiting the South.
