This time, I'm going to do it. As God is my witness, I'm going to find a way. I won't give in to fear and doubt. I won't talk myself out of it. I won't surrender to negativity. I will shut off the doom-and-gloom dude residing in my keppy. I will prove the naysayers wrong. This time, unlike all other times before, I will carry a tiny-ass piece of luggage the size of a baby's butt onto the plane. I see people do it all the time. And tomorrow, I will be one of those people. I will not, repeat not, check my bag, curbside. I will not send it off into oblivion and hope it arrives at the same airport as the SJG. I will shove and smush. I will widdle it down to the necessities. I will not over pack. I refer you to every trip I've ever taken. I'm a what-iffer. A what-iffer needs too much stuff, just in case. What if it rains? What if it's cold? What if... well, you get the point. But not tomorrow. Tomorrow, hubby and I fly in a northerly direction to visit the eldest, who selfishly moved to San Francisco to follow his heart and God willing, find employment. I'm looking at a three-day getaway. Three days, people. I can pack for three days and not four, can't I? I can carry on a carry-on without all the extras I don't really need. I can do this, right? Yes, I can, bitches. Yes. I. Can.
Yes you can, SJG! And you will feel so liberated, you'll never check a bag again! xxoo, the other SJG
ReplyDeleteThank you for your support Alice! I'm going to do this! At some point before I leave!
DeleteAfter traipsing around to and fro in Kansas, you should have learned your lesson; emulate Dorothy and make it work with a single dress and a pair of borrowed shoes.
ReplyDeleteSteve, you're right. If I just remember not to look further than my own backyard, I might find a carry-on that will hold all my belongings and then some.Or I could just remember there's no place home and never go anywhere -- which would eliminate the need to pack.
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