Sometimes, I wish I were a cartoon character.
Because cartoon characters can get away with wearing the exact same outfit everyday of their lives.
Hence, were I a cartoon charcter, I would not hate packing so much.
(That's another reason why I love working at camp.
I never have to decide what to wear. Because all of my shirts are identical.)
I feel like I'm always packing. I love traveling, but I hate packing. And I put it off as long as I can. Just like I'm doing now.
Packing in the winter is even worse, because you have to pack layers.
And I'm not sure if I'm ready for single-digit temperatures...
I will be spending the next two weeks in Kansas City.
Week One will be spent Christmas-ing with my family at my sister's apartment. (Don't tell me that Christmas-ing isn't a word, because bygolly, if the woman who sings "Merry Christmas Darling" can make up words and sing them on public radio, then I can use those words in sentences.)
Week Two will be spent...I really don't know where. At the International House of Prayer? I'm attending a conference called Onething. And staying with a friend who is housing about 20 people on top of the 10 who already inhabit her home. That should be fun. I'm excited!
Just look at that empty blue suitcase.
Sitting on my bed.
Mocking me.
2 comments:
packing = story of my life.
you pack for college
pack to go home from college
pack to go back to college
pack to go home from college
pack for camp
pack to leave camp
and the pattern continues
have so much fun in KC! I am assuming you are staying with the Olsons... which makes me SO jealous!
Merry Christmas, dear friend!
not bragging about my "sad story" or anything (ha), but at least your parents are divorced. when you go home, you pack and unpack at least twice. way more than you should, but i'm not complaining... it would be a lot worse if they were still together. :]
miss you!
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