Every time I get an opportunity to go someplace, I hop at the chance. That is, until I have to start the dreaded packing. I don't know why I find it so difficult. I think it might be because I'm going someplace new so I don't know what to expect for weather...forecasters are very often wrong...and I don't know exactly what I'll be doing once I get ther, making clothing choices a little more difficult. I don't want to be too underdressed but, then, I don't want to be overdressed, either. It's a tough call. And I sure don't want to be cold! As for rain, well, that doesn't bother me...
I'm not the most stylish frog but I do like to always look my best. Perhaps I'm too high-maintenance? I've never thought of myself that way. But we tend to not see in us what others see.
I've tried making lists. They help. Some. The problem is, my lists get too long, or I make too many then can't remember which one is the "final" one.
Today, I am preparing for a short rip to San Diego; short in terms of time gone, but long in terms of distance from my home in land of Lily Pad. And don't get me started on airport security....We don't have bad/dangerous frogs in Lily Pad, so it's hard for me to understand the constant fear that humans seem to live with.
For me, the best way to pack is to start by putting one thing in the suitcase. Adding the first item always seems be hardest. Whatever I take...and whatever I leave at home...I know I'll be OK so there really isn't any good reason for me to make such a fuss. But, unfortunately, I do. Maybe one day I'll "outgrow" my fear of packing but, for now, I think I'll go and have a good cry...and a nice cup of tea.