Everytime I go someplace I always tell myself that I will never pack at the very last minute. Yet, somehow at nearly ten o'clock tonight I find myself still packing. For a six o'clock bus ride to the airport. That I'm waking up at 4:45am to catch.
Even with the time crunch I'm still tripping over my stuff, and then realizing that I have to unpack my suitcase AGAIN to put it away. The first time it was funny, but now that I've done that five or six times, I just haven't been able to find the humor in it. I'm practically kicking myself that I've waited so long to finish packing. I've got the main stuff packed away, but the devil is in the details, and all I have left to pack are the details. The tiny details like my shoes, wallet, passport, calculator, shampoo, raincoat, and all of the other assorted items which are pratically strewn throughout the room. It's like hide and seek, with just as much running around and just as much frustration. It's like playing the game with a hundred people. It never seems to end and when I finally find something, there is the problem of getting it into my suitcase. My suitcase which was previously packed by my father. My father, who could pack everything he needs to live for a year into a suitcase half the size of mine. When I was little I used to watch my father as he packed, but he probably remembers these times as me disassembling everything he had packed . . . I'm starting to get the feeling that my packing problems are karma . . .that probably explains why I'm still frantically running around packing. Or maybe it all the procrastination I was committing . . .but no, this hurried race for time couldn't possibly be the result of me procrastinating! I could swear that 8:30pm I had started packing and I just quickly checked my phone . . .it was only a minute or two . . (maybe two hours . . . )
Well wish me luck, because I'm still packing!-Katie Jarrett
Even with the time crunch I'm still tripping over my stuff, and then realizing that I have to unpack my suitcase AGAIN to put it away. The first time it was funny, but now that I've done that five or six times, I just haven't been able to find the humor in it. I'm practically kicking myself that I've waited so long to finish packing. I've got the main stuff packed away, but the devil is in the details, and all I have left to pack are the details. The tiny details like my shoes, wallet, passport, calculator, shampoo, raincoat, and all of the other assorted items which are pratically strewn throughout the room. It's like hide and seek, with just as much running around and just as much frustration. It's like playing the game with a hundred people. It never seems to end and when I finally find something, there is the problem of getting it into my suitcase. My suitcase which was previously packed by my father. My father, who could pack everything he needs to live for a year into a suitcase half the size of mine. When I was little I used to watch my father as he packed, but he probably remembers these times as me disassembling everything he had packed . . . I'm starting to get the feeling that my packing problems are karma . . .that probably explains why I'm still frantically running around packing. Or maybe it all the procrastination I was committing . . .but no, this hurried race for time couldn't possibly be the result of me procrastinating! I could swear that 8:30pm I had started packing and I just quickly checked my phone . . .it was only a minute or two . . (maybe two hours . . . )
Well wish me luck, because I'm still packing!-Katie Jarrett