So leaving home tomorrow for 4 1/2 months… what do I take? Paul (my husband) laughs at my packing. He laughed even harder when I mentioned that I was going to blog about packing because I hate packing!
I have discovered Packing Anxiety is a real thing & packing is my worst nightmare!
What more can I say? I have had to leave myself ages to pack, a full morning for instance, for a job that should take an hour.
This is what I have been doing in preparation for leaving, according to ‘him’
Pretend I don’t need to pack. Then panic for a few weeks, write endless lists, panic some more, pack. Unpack and put everything all over the spare bed, take a rest, panic again, take a few things out, panic again, ignore my lists and then pack 5 pairs of jeans and forget my undercrackers.
Apparently, this is what he does
Leave everything to the last second, grab stuff that’s (reasonably) clean and shove it all in the first bag he finds.
I think his method is possibly better, but he doesn’t worry about forgetting things and besides, all his clothes are the same! I think in prepping for this adventure I have developed acute packing anxiety, a dreadful condition which involves meticulous nightmares involving endless scenarios, what ifs and lists, and generally ends in me reaching for the gin.
Things I worry about include….
WHAT IF I get invited to a totally unexpected social occasion at the last minute?
WHAT IF I change my mind and want to wear something I didn’t bring?
WHAT IF the weather is completely different from the forecast?
WHAT IF I’m cold/hot/wet/haven’t got enough/ have too many?
My sensible side says ‘All right, what if? What happens to when these things pop up at home? I HANDLE IT. I DEAL WITH IT. I GET THROUGH IT!’ Or, nobody even notices and it’s absolutely not a problem. So why does it suddenly matter?