Hey fellow travel enthusiasts! Let’s be honest, packing can be a real rollercoaster of emotions. The excitement of planning, the thrill of picking out outfits, and then… the inevitable meltdown when you realize your suitcase has somehow morphed into a beached whale.
My Suitcase Runneth Over (and Over Again)
I’ll admit it – I’m a recovering over-packer. My philosophy used to be “pack for every possible scenario,” which, as you can imagine, resulted in some truly comical situations. Like the time I went on a weekend trip with enough clothes for a month-long expedition, or when I lugged a giant hairdryer to a tropical island (humidity, who?).
My “packing paralysis” reached its peak on a recent trip to Italy. Picture this: me, sweating profusely, trying to cram a mountain of clothes, shoes, and “just in case” items into my suitcase. The zipper refused to budge. I sat on it, I jumped on it, I even considered bribing it with gelato. Nothing worked.
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