I’m packing again.
In this fuchsia blue life of mine, there are times and phases when my wee grey & orange wheely bag is just constantly sitting in the spare room; toothbrush & clear plastic “liquids” bags ready to go… And right now I’m in one of those phases
Don’t get me wrong, I love travelling about – love visiting places, love working in new situations, love the motion-bubble I get myself into as I move from the Borders to Edinburgh through the airport or Waverly train station to some other destination. I’m oddly peaceful when in transit. If I have a pen & some paper, my phone with good music on it & something to read I’m pretty happy. FBHQ exists firmly in the office at the top of our house, but I can run stuff virtually for days without too much hassle.
So in theory, I could move with ease through the world… apart from this:
I just cannot seem to travel light. No matter how I configure my packing – no matter what system I put in place to try to lighten my load – I always end up with over packed bags. And they are heavy.
It confounds me.
I make great excuses. My size 8 feet mean I pack canoes rather than sandals. Hotel hairdryers typically couldn’t blow the seeds off a dandelion stem, so my own person wind-tunnel has to come with me. … you get the gist.
But what I noticed in London last week was how much this excess baggage slows me down. I didn’t go to a couple of places ( one of them being Tate Modern – I’m seeking Rothko & have a notion to go see the Damien Hirst Exhibition: http://www.tate.org.uk/whats-on/tate-modern/exhibition/damien-hirst ) because I was encumbered. Weighed down. Burdened. Hampered. Hindered. Impeded… once more I guess you get the gist…
I envy those who travel light. I’m a just-in-case-er. Things are just in my case on the off chance it might rain/hail/snow/ require me to wear a cocktail dress (I wish!) / need to facilitate a group of people without warning (using only flip pens & post it notes) / break a heel.
For an optimistic person, I pack with pessimism of Eeyore (can’t think of another famous pessimist right now..help me out here?). I worry about unseen dramas, about being rendered without full Mary Poppins status. I’m like perma-Scout : Be Prepared. In other words, I burden myself. Nice one.
So as I pack tonight. I’m aiming to step lightly out into the world.
Wish me luck. I’m so gonna need it…..
PS – thanks & apologies to Mack our Dog for stealing his toy donkey for “artistic purposes”. The donkey smells. Even I wouldn’t pack it.