Packing

 I don’t know how other people are when it comes to packing, but can I just say I am terrible. Not because I don’t understand the concept, but because I take packing to the extreme.  And by that I mean the amount of Vino and Bible Juice I consume when perched on top of my suitcases while trying to zip them.

I go through different stages when it comes to this activity called packing.

Stage 1: I decide to travel and the amount of time I travel for but due to the fact I am unsure how long my holiday will be, my packing task became increasingly stressful quite early.

Stage 2: I calculate the number of outfits I need. I like to have options, so I devised a plan where I have two outfits a day. My incapability to be one of those women that say: “I don’t need new dresses, shoes, bags and/or shirts, skirts, shorts, tops” makes my clothing collection a tad impressive. But the only times I complain about the amount of clothes that I have is when the day I am meant to iron my clothes comes. If I could remember that on my next shopping trip I could stop the anger when having to delve into the ironing task.

Stage 3: Start packing and frustrating about the amount of clothes I have decided to take with me on my holiday. And for the last few days, that is one of the few things I have done. I pack as if I travel to a place that has no shops. What can I say? I like to be always prepared. You never know when a "Zombie Apocalypse" might start and I do not want to look messy when I fight for my life.

I am meant to travel tomorrow morning. So my last night was planned to finish this packing business and be done. In the end, I went for a yoga class and a Byron Burger. And tonight when I thought I might be finished with my bags and after I spent an incredible amount of time trying to zip them up I discovered a traitor shoe hiding underneath one of my suitcases.

And for the first time in a long time I can say that I went back to my novel so I can procrastinate from packing. Trust me the irony is not lost on me.

This will not be the first time I will arrive at my destination with a shoe missing and knowing me it will not be the last one.

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