Sunday, June 17, 2012
The Joys and Stress of Packing
This past week has been rather bittersweet since it has been filled with fare-thee-wells and endless amounts of packing. Why you ask? Because tomorrow is the day I finally leave to become a camp counselor.
I am so excited about my future prospects that I can barely hold it in. With each article of clothing --or needed item-- I pack, I feel as though I am one step closer to my newest endeavor. And with this great adventure who knows what else will come?
The anticipation, I will admit, is making me a bit nervous. During this past week I had a dream that I woke up on the day I was leaving five hours late and everything that I needed to take in the laundry hamper. When I awoke sweat dripped from my brow and I immediately got up and frantically began to pack, smelling each piece of clothing so that I could assure myself it was clean.
As of this moment all of my clothes have been packed and laundered (halleluiah) and all of my toiletries, bedding, and shoes are neatly stowed away into their intended bags. Even my guitar, ukulele, and white board are ready to go. All I have left to pack into my car is me.
I must say, that through all of this packing I have slowly come to realize I have no idea what I actually need for this job, Will thirty pieces of clothing be enough? Or is that too much? I don’t want to look like a pack-mule nor do I want to be named the bag lady. Then I ask myself, why do I care so much?
I know that pre-journey jitters are normal and that almost everyone goes through them, but if my goal is to become a writer for adventure novels shouldn’t I know how to pack accordingly? After all, it’s not like Wendy was like, “Hey Peter, so what’s the weather like in Neverland? Should I bring a coat? Maybe an extra pair of socks?”
Do any of you guys have any packing tips? Whether they’re for real life or stories? Or, better yet, do any of you know where I can get Mary Poppins carpetbag?
Brandon Lee took the pictures above in December of 2011. The brief case, along with everything I am wearing, is from all four of my grandparents’ closets.