Pessimist me: Dear lord what have I done.
Optimist me: I AM SO PREPARED IT’S INSANE!
I am not proud of being an overpacker. I expect jokes and such to be had about my 1 medium/largish suitcase, 1 (very full) duffel bag, 1 carry on backpack, and 1 reusable shopping bag with extra clothes (in case my luggage gets lost.
Keeping in mind this is for 4 months abroad…I’m pretty darn proud of myself.
*pats self on back*
However, I’m still 100% sure that I have to much stuff and here’s how I know:
The kid in me is all over the place all the time. The mom in me has decided to try and be prepared for whatever the kid in me wants. This results in overcompensation and, you got it, overpacking.
(Note: For visual reference, I imagine each all-caps word to flash across the screen comic-book style and then cutting to a quick zoom shot of the object)
You’re hungry? BOOM! I have snacks.
Paper cut? KABLAM! I have bandaids and Neosporin (the cool spray one to be more exact).
Feeling sick? ZOWIE! I have emergen-c ready to go.
Too many mosquitoes? POW! Bug spray with 100% deet yo. This stuff is serious.
Being an overpacker is actually quite calming and has helped me feel less stressed about leaving. Otherwise I have been a whirling dervish of emotions and questions. I wonder what things will be like this time around, and how much stuff I packed that I actually won’t need or use, I wonder about the people I will meet, the stories I will hear, the food I will eat, if I’ll be able to work out, who I’ll be living with, what classes will be like, how everything state-side is going to be when I return, what am I missing out on, what am I not missing out on, and the list goes on and on.
Needless to say the nights have been filled with plenty of wandering thoughts and slightly less sleep than I had hoped.
Officially 9.5 hours away from leaving for the airport.
Let the journey begin, I welcome it with open arms, an open heart, and an open stomach.