Yesterday, I decided I hate packing. But, that’s not true. Here is a list to differentiate good packing from bad packing:
Packing for a vacation on a warm island/somewhere warmer than where you are when it’s freezing & the middle of winter (ie: bikinis, flip flops, those shorts that make you look really good and you wish you could wear them year round but you would freeze if you wore them in February).
Packing to visit a loved one (ie: romantic dresses, gifts for said loved one, lingerie).
Packing to go home when home > where you are (ie: after living in a room for a school year with three people when it is really made for two people. no disrespect to said people, just to the lack of personal space).
Packing to leave your (single) dorm room / room in college apartment - especially the stage where you are half packed but have to spend the night to finish packing (ie: taking posters off of the wall is the saddest thing ever, your desk is empty and barren and shows no trace of the 20 books you’ve read over the semester).
Those little things you always tend to leave scattered while packing (ie: little bits of random garbage like meaningless receipts, those couple pennies that you don’t know where to put because you are too lazy to put them in your wallet, bobby pins).
Packing to go abroad (ie: excitement about going away for an extended period of time / nervousness about going away for an extended period of time, what do they wear there?, what’s the weather like there? weather.com only shows me the 10 day forecast, weight limit on your suitcase, extra charge for your extra suitcase, separation anxiety from that one article of clothing that you can’t imagine you’d be able to leave at home; this happens for every piece of clothing you own, finding that random shirt in your drawer that you haven’t worn in over a year but you think, “maybe I’ll start wearing this again” and it becomes one of those pieces of clothing that you can’t imagine you’d be able to leave at home).