So packing. The best lesson in packing for a trip? Camping. As a beginner camper, I used to fill a duffel bag with an outfit for each day, plus an uh-oh outfit (uh-oh, I shat my pants; uh-oh, I fell into someone else's shit; uh-oh...). But, frankly, if you come out of the woods smelling like a rose and perfectly clean, I'm not sure you did it right. You should smell like campfire and have weird smears across your shirt. So now, if it's just a couple nights, I bring one outfit, one pair of jammies, an extra shirt, some uh-oh underwear. And no, I don't typically shit myself. But there's always a first time. (wonder why I'm single...)
Back to Ireland.
So I'm a pretty minimalist packer. My math: nine days, three outfits, one pair of jammies, some extra stuff. And because I have to wear something to legally get onto the plane, I could just pack two outfits, jammies, my camera, and call it a day. Are any of you grossed out yet?
Also, I'm watching the weather.
|This is the forecast every single day we are there. 49 degrees and rainy.|
I got out all of the stuff I intend to bring.
Unfortunately, I need it for pills. But I'll be using these for jewelry so it doesn't all come out as one giant knot:
|You regular jet setters prolly have something much sexier than my Rite Aid pill pouches.|
|Ever so gently run the bottom zipper all the way around to compress the cube.|
Ready to rock and roll:
|I put an empty cube in the bottom of the case for dirty clothes.|
|Tight, but not bad for a carry-on that has yet to be extended.|
Now for my toys:
I love this thing. $1 at Staples, and it holds my bus ticket, passport, and eventually the plane ticket.
|I don't know why I can't put this right side up.|
|Stella senses something's up.|
And now, nothing to do but tie up a few loose ends and hop on the bus to Logan.