Before The Travel Begins
Packing. Oh, packing. We all love the end product, but hate the process. It doesn't matter where you're going; if it requires a suitcase, then you are bound to feel physically, mentally, and emotionally drained by the end of it. There is the fear of underpacking, in which you fear that you have forgotten an important item or two. If you're anything like me, that fear kicks in after I've already zipped up my suitcase, which leads me to take everything out again and start from square one. I definitely would not call that a good time. Avoid if possible.
Overpacking is an even more dangerous game, one that usually does not end well for someone like me. I have a really bad habit of doing this, but I like to think that I have a fair argument: it's better to be overprepared than underprepared. But...that just so happens to also mean risking hefty fines and sweating in anticipation as you weigh your suitcase at the airport check-in desk. I'm going to share a little story, and feel free to let me know if you can empathize in any way, shape, or form.
I spent three and a half weeks in Japan, and in that time, I used all my money to buy presents for other people. How noble, Marco. So generous of you. Believe me when I tell you that if I had known how stressed out these presents would end up making me feel, I would have returned all of them instantly. So I was at my house in Japan, and I had so many things to pack that I even needed to use my friend's suitcase for more space. That is how bad and dire my situation was.
I didn't mind having more than a couple hundred yen (dollars) to my name, until I realized that if my suitcases were over the weight limit, I would have to pay quite a large sum of money to get them on the plane and home with me to America. There was no time to do anything else, so we headed off to the airport. Boy, was I panicking. I was already running through the options in my mind. "Sacrifice the presents, or sacrifice getting myself home? Would I mind staying in Japan for a while longer if it meant that my family and friends would get their presents?" The thoughts of a stressed suitcase packer.
Spring break is nearly here, but all I can think about is my total first-world-problem of deciding which clothes and dorm decorations I want to bring home. This week is the halfway mark of the semester, and it's pivotal that students not only change their wardrobes for the spring and early summer seasons, but also, take home other things to expedite the move-out process in May. It is currently Thursday night, I will be leaving campus in less than 24 hours, and here I am writing about packing instead of actually getting off my lazy butt and doing it myself.
I tried to get some packing done yesterday, but ended up taking pictures to show that I couldn't, instead. Enjoy.
Overpacking is an even more dangerous game, one that usually does not end well for someone like me. I have a really bad habit of doing this, but I like to think that I have a fair argument: it's better to be overprepared than underprepared. But...that just so happens to also mean risking hefty fines and sweating in anticipation as you weigh your suitcase at the airport check-in desk. I'm going to share a little story, and feel free to let me know if you can empathize in any way, shape, or form.
I spent three and a half weeks in Japan, and in that time, I used all my money to buy presents for other people. How noble, Marco. So generous of you. Believe me when I tell you that if I had known how stressed out these presents would end up making me feel, I would have returned all of them instantly. So I was at my house in Japan, and I had so many things to pack that I even needed to use my friend's suitcase for more space. That is how bad and dire my situation was.
I didn't mind having more than a couple hundred yen (dollars) to my name, until I realized that if my suitcases were over the weight limit, I would have to pay quite a large sum of money to get them on the plane and home with me to America. There was no time to do anything else, so we headed off to the airport. Boy, was I panicking. I was already running through the options in my mind. "Sacrifice the presents, or sacrifice getting myself home? Would I mind staying in Japan for a while longer if it meant that my family and friends would get their presents?" The thoughts of a stressed suitcase packer.
Spring break is nearly here, but all I can think about is my total first-world-problem of deciding which clothes and dorm decorations I want to bring home. This week is the halfway mark of the semester, and it's pivotal that students not only change their wardrobes for the spring and early summer seasons, but also, take home other things to expedite the move-out process in May. It is currently Thursday night, I will be leaving campus in less than 24 hours, and here I am writing about packing instead of actually getting off my lazy butt and doing it myself.
I tried to get some packing done yesterday, but ended up taking pictures to show that I couldn't, instead. Enjoy.
PACKING PROCESS
STEP ONE: Take out the suitcase that you never fully unpacked from winter break, and will have to do so before packing new things into it.
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| Marco Gomez |
STEP TWO: Take out the OTHER suitcase that you never fully unpacked from winter break, and begin to regret starting this in the first place.
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| Marco Gomez |
STEP THREE: Don't let anyone know that you started in the first place. Hide the evidence and walk away. The packing can be done some other day...maybe. Hopefully. Help.
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| Marco Gomez |
Have any packing nightmare stories? Feel the need to call out my complete laziness? Shoot a comment down below!
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