Despite the fact that this trip is a little different (3 days<6 months), I've been trying to pack very little so that the bag people don't freak and throw me off the plane mid-flight. I've packed and unpacked and re-packed my bag because this is usually the inner monologue occurs:
Hmm...but I definitely need to bring this pair of shoes because of what if there is a weather catastrophe I'll need to trudge through 4 feet of snow. Ok, next we have this shirt...well, if the plane decides to take a pit stop in the middle of the ocean, then I'll have this extra shirt to make into lodging on the deserted island I'll be staying on.
| I knew I should have packed the inflatable raft... |
*unpack, repack*
Swimming suit! Swimming suit you idiot, how could you forget in case you need to go down that inflatable slide on the plane into the water (full of sharks). Well, I might as well bring these other 100 shirts in case my apartment floods and everything will be destroyed. No...just 50, that seems right.
*unpack, repack*
You know, if I don't bring these extra shorts, an earthquake is going to happen and then I'll be pant-less in the middle of an earthquake (what a faux pas). Ryan, you need to bring those pants that are too big for you, you're going to get really fat. That reminds myself, the small ones too. Knowing you, some monkey will bite you and you'll get a fever and get skinny and THEN what will you wear.
*unpack, repack*
This has been going on for three days. I hope I'm not the only one. Knowing myself though, I'll get to China only to discover I left my suitcase in Utah.
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