If 'bad suitcase packing' was an Olympic sport, I'd win a gold medal

If 'bad suitcase packing' was an Olympic sport, I'd win a gold medal
"Manhattan Beach" - image by ja gledhill

I suck at packing. If bad packing was an Olympic sort I’d win a gold medal, but then I wouldn’t be able to stand on the podium during the medal ceremony because I would have forgotten to pack my “Olympics” outfit.

I always pack things I never wear. This last trip it was an orange sunhat and a LuLaRoe skirt that I LOVE but have yet to wear even once since I bought it three months ago. I wore neither on my trip.

Perhaps there’s an unhealthy psychological bent behind my mental block – something about me trying to be someone I’m not when no one is looking. Sure. But I think it’s more about how I wait until the last possible minute, realize everything is dirty, then end up packing the clean dregs perpetually stuffed into the corners of my dresser.

And  – oh man, this is the worst – every time I go on a trip, you can bet good money that I will forget one of the following: my toothbrush OR conditioner. (Side note: I don’t do those all in one shampoo/conditioner products. Those are bullshit, but that’s a whole different post)

But this past trip, I didn’t forget one of the two. I forgot them both.

And I forgot a brush.

And I forgot deodorant.

Yet my suitcase still weighed 49.5 pounds.

Please rise for the raising of the national flags. #Olympian


That’s my piece, and that’s my peace. Thanks so much for taking the time to read my silly words. It truly means the world to me. Carry on…


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