No matter how often we travel, I don't seem to improve on my packing abilities. I do feel that I have become a more clever packer (three words: zip loc bags), but the luggage I pack do not appear to get any lighter with experience. This is the point, at midnight with the car coming to pick us up in 5 1/2 hours, that I begin not to know what I have packed, or hardly have the energy to care. At this point, the way I see it, the more things I bring, the more likely that there will be something useful (probab
ility, you see).David and I have forgone having any shame concerning our indecision and vanity. We too often bring an irrational number of shoes. So much so that we carry an extra luggage shared between us containing, mostly, shoes. We do carry equipment in this shared luggage (cords, cables, small printer, etc.)... but really, even I question why we both need so many pairs of shoes.
And to top it off, as if we weren't carrying enough things with us for a trip that is not, in all honesty, very long, and domestic, I have decided that this trip was the trip on which I shall read "Against the Day" by Thomas Pynchon. It is a book of mere... 1085 pages... and hardcover.
Looking at all this, I begin to think that perhaps I should stick to trashy magazines (disposable along the way). And I certainly have not improved on packing. But truthfully, I don't think I could give up shoes any time soon. It's all about the choices, you see.
TM
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