It’s holiday time, y’all! And just like every other basic girl out there, I am all sorts of freakin’ excited about it. If I’m being honest, I’ve gotta tell you that I’ve already busted out the Christmas movies, the hot cocoa and I’m contemplating throwing up a tree sometime soon.
Even with all the love for the holiday season being upon us, for those of you who are about to start traveling to go spend the holidays with your family, I can bet there’s one thing you’re really dreading…
I know, I know, I feel your pain, my friends. I just moved across the country and packing made me want to pull my hair out while curling up into a fetal position and crying. Yeahhhh.
So today, let’s discuss why packing really is a form of torture designed to ruin us, shall we?
You start out by putting together a wonderfully crafted list of all the things that you need to pack. Your list is amazing, well-organized and includes everything you’ll need for the duration of your trip.
Because you have the list mentioned above, and you’re so well prepared, you don’t need to start packing until the day of, right? WRONG. Of course the minute you open your bag and start putting your pre-planned items into your luggage, about 643 other things pop up that absolutely need to go with you.
And because you now have these 643 extra things that absolutely, 100% have to go with you, you suddenly have zero available space in your luggage for the things you initially planned to take.
Which leads to –> a full & thorough negotiation of what you’re actually going to be able to take because, hello, there’s a luggage limitation on your flight & there’s no way in hell you’re paying $200 in overage fees. Can I get an amen?
Since you’ve decided to wait and pack until the very last second (let’s be real, you thrive under pressure) you’re down to the last few minutes before you have to leave your place and be on your way to the airport.
So you toss in a few of the newest additions you thought of and toss out some of the older items you won’t really need and bada bing, bada boom, you’re done packing.
You get to your parents place and somehow that super important thing you didn’t think you would really need has gotten left behind. You don’t know how this even happened because you had a freakin’ list!!!!
Well my friends, to break it to you lightly, you’ve just gotten your butt whooped by the act of packing. That’s right — Packing: 1; You: 0. Go ahead, let that digest.
And now you see why packing is actually torture and no one should ever be subjected to it. Who’s with me?!
But really, happy (almost) Thanksgiving friends! If you’re going away to visit your families, have the most wonderful time ever — just make sure you pack more than one day in advance, okay? 🙂