What is it about packing that makes me hate it so intensely? It's not that hard to put clothes and toiletries into a bag. I even have a packing list to check items off as I pack them. And yet every time I'm faced with packing for a trip, I get so upset about it that I would almost rather stay home than pack.
Maybe it's the fact that I know I will be facing days that don't follow my normal, predictable routine. Maybe I'm afraid I will forget something vital. (I almost always manage to forget *something* but I'm still alive!) Tonight it might be because, due to the fact that I've been sick this week, I don't have enough clothes clean to make it through the weekend and I'll be up half of the night doing laundry just so I *can* pack. I really don't know. Maybe I'll spend some more time thinking about it.
But for now, I'm off to pack.
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