Relative Something

Honestly, I really am thrilled to the core with anticipation for our adventure in Portugal. But I am not fond of anything to do with packing or deciding what to bring, and most of all, keeping track of where the heck I ended up packing the things I finally decided to include.

I would like to show up at my destination with nothing but a modest sized bag that contains everything I could possibly want or need for any and all weather conditions, and know exactly where to find any little thing I brought along.

My habit is to discover a wonderful pocket somewhere in some bag that works just perfect for something I want to bring along, and then never again be able to remember or find where that place was. That becomes exacerbated by the security routines and airline regulations that force me to pack in specific ways that have nothing to do with the way I want to use items, nor how or where I want them to be when I reach my destination.

I am going to have a wonderful trip, regardless the travel hassles, but every time I go through the packing process, I am reminded why it is I am just as happy staying home when offered options to travel, or not.

As they say in Minnesota, either option is not too bad. Whatever. Bring on the airports!