Gathering my wits. The usual anxiety that accompanies all trips for me. I try to plan and prepare, because once the ride starts, I take off my watch and enjoy the journey. D and I once took off for Cedar Point, an overnighter, without our bag. Once we realized this, in the hotel parking lot, we simply bought cheap t-shirts, washed out our socks and underwear and dried them on the bathroom heater, and had a great time at the park. That was not part of the plan, but we roll with it when we forget whatever we inevitably forget. Doing big, cross-country moves has put me in even more an organize-then-go state of mind, since there is no going back. Lost my wallet the first weekend in Boston. D did the majority of the legwork to get all my ID replaced. I do all the worrying up front, then relax as soon as we walk out the door.
Which might be why we are both having difficulty sleeping, and I'm terribly restless, thinking there is something else I should be doing. Packed and ready, but with a few days left to work. That being the point, I don't want a work day to turn into long-and-exhausting, then have to get my brain to properly remember everything I want in the bag. Handed over the key to the cat-sitter, and wrote up her list of helpful things today. Lunches for the rest of the week at work. Oh, yeah, gotta sweep off the balcony, leave a note reminding sitter to splash some water on the chili plant every couple of days - which she agreed to when we stopped at the vet's today to write up the authorization for her to approve any emergency medical care for Moby.
No, we are not ideal travelers. We're pretty good once we are underway, but not before. Before is a torment. I pack well, but not with ease. We enjoy traveling together, having started off that way.
6 comments:
As an anxious traveler myself, I certainly have a sense of what you are going through. It's good that you have the packing out of the way already. With me, there is always the added rush at the end, packing and repacking, as I can never decide what to take and what to leave. If I am traveling with my spouse, though, I don't sweat the packing part, since I already have what I need: his company.
You sound wonderfully organised, so I hope you can thoroughly relax very soon.
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If I don't stop here again before you leave, sure hope you and D have a great time.
Have a good time. (I'm never packed that early.)
I used to wonder why my mother always wailed "I can't get out of the door"! before we went away anywhere. But I'm like that now too - take ages to gather things together. Like you, I find it's good once on the road.
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