I hate packing. I hate it. I make packing lists weeks in advance because I always worry I’m going to forget a day and not have enough to wear, or forget an event and not have the right clothes. I like being comfortable on vacation. Shitty clothes on a vacation can ruin my experience. I sometimes wish this wasn’t true. But it is, so I just roll with it. And I make lists. And then I check the weather, and a reevaluate my lists. What once was a long dress and a cardigan has now become jeans and a sweater. What once were sandals are now tennis shoes. Rain coats, fleecies, two pairs of shoes just in case one gets wet. The worst part about packing is the finality of it. If all I have are sweaters and it suddenly becomes 70 degrees, all I have are sweaters. Options keep me sane. Packing takes away those options.
We are ready. We have packed. My messenger bag is ready to explode. Passports have been located and stored in a zipper pocket, itineraries have been double checked, and extra shoes have been stowed away. The best and the worst part of traveling with Kamel is we worry about different things.
He worries we will get separated, so he makes me repeat the plaza near our Barcelona apartment out loud to him so we have a meet up place just in case. I worry that I will be cold and wet during our self guided walking tour.
He worries the food won’t live up to his expectations, I don’t think about the food. He worries he will be bored on the flight, I’m looking forward to the quiet and disconnected feeling of being away from the world for a long stretch of time.
He would walk out of the house without shoes on if I didn’t remind him, yet I worry that even though I’ve thought about which outfits to bring, the only thing the pictures will reflect is my coat. He worries that we will miss our connection, I know it will be fine. But if we do miss our connection…
… I know that we will then have an unexpected adventure in London and still fly home on Sunday. This does not really make Kamel feel better. I am content either way.
I make sure we have enough money. He makes sure we get to where we’re going, and with all the chargers and batteries necessary.
Every thing is packed, and there is nothing left to do now but fly.