I loved the excitement of figuring out what I needed to bring along for whatever journey I was about to embark upon. Whether it be a mission trip to Maryland, or a family trip to Bay St. Louis, I loved to pack.
After a summer of living out of a suitcase, and four and a half years of never staying in the same place for more than a few weeks, I am tired of packing. I'm tired of loading everything I can think of into a bag, knowing that I'm going to forget something, only to have to unpack it all again a few days later.
Don't get me wrong, I still love to travel. I love being in a different place for a little while, and the adventures that come along with that. The problem is, I don't get as excited about the packing part anymore. I should be , but I don't. Maybe I've gotten to used to traveling and it's lost some of its flair. This makes me sad.
Maybe its because I hate to plan, and packing involves planning. I often do not pack, for this very reason. I go out of town with a laundry bag, in hopes that I might find a place to do laundry and wear whatever happens to be in the bag.
This is basically what I'm doing for my vacation to New Orleans / South Mississippi this week.
I really hate to pack. If you can't tell, I'm procrastinating because I should be packing, right now.