My open suitcase has been in my room for the past week, in the hope that it would give me some inspiration of the packing variety. Each time I walk past, or should I say trip over it, I am reminded that I am indeed going on holidays, and that I eventually must pack.
My first thought was to just throw in a couple of dresses, my Gucci sunglasses and a pair of flip flops. After examining the contents of my mostly empty bag, I thought this was taking the whole minimalist ideal way too far. Subsequently, my second theory of just throwing things in my suitcase when I think of them has also proven quite problematic. I seem to have only 'thought of' five pairs of shoes, twelve bikinis and an eyelash curler. Therein lies the problem.
The self-confessed control freak in me is silently celebrating at this point as I know that it is time to write a list. I didn't want to resort to this, but drastic times call for drastic measures.
And so I start.
Lipgloss - check
Passport - check
Flight friendly little 100 mL bottles - check
Ridiculous travel pillow - check
Nice clothes to inspire upgrade - check
And the list continues...
An hour later, I have the most comprehensive list known to man. You will be pleased to note that I did refrain from having it laminated - a little plastic envelope with a 'My Packing List' label on it is ok, right?
So, I guess I have to embrace that i'm a list girl. I mean, where would I be without my list? Well, probably I would be out for dinner in my bikini & shoes with perfectly curled eyelashes.
I do think I knew it all along but once, just once, I wondered if I could throw caution to the wind and pack like any other free spirited human being. Nope - not me. I'm a list girl, through and through.
Now, the other packing dilemma... to roll or fold?
I need a wine!
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