Few things curb my vacation enthusiasm quite like packing. As a self-proclaimed neat freak, I would expect this piece of the travel puzzle to easily fall into place. I pride myself on an organized home, but somehow my home habits don’t translate over to traveling. I find packing to be the most overwhelming part of the entire travel process. (Yes, even more difficult than finding reasonable airfare.)
I don’t want to over pack, but God forbid I under pack. The weather report calls for sunshine, but experience tells me it’s going to be cold in the museum. I’ve planned to have a casual dinner at a different local eatery each night; but what if the concierge recommends a hole-in-the-wall upscale bistro I just can’t miss? The jeans and shorts I planned to bring certainly won’t cut it. And then there’s footwear: sandals or sneakers? Maybe both? Am I packing for pretty or practical?
Eventually, I come to my senses and accept that I cannot bring alternate outfits for each day. There will be no back up jacket or extra sweater. There is room for only one book. And bringing four pairs of shoes might be a tad bit excessive. So I scale back. And when I gaze down at the clothing covered bedspread before me, I am confident I have exactly what I need – nothing more, nothing less.
Of course, now I’m faced with the challenge of shoving all these items in my suitcase, preferably in a way that gives me easy access and keeps everything wrinkle-free.