I do not pack light. I never have. It is definitely a character flaw.
I start off okay. “I don’t have to dress up for anything, really; two pairs of jeans and some sweaters should be fine. The jacket is the most important thing.”
Then, as I start putting things out. “What if I want to work out or walk? I should pack a workout outfit and some tennis shoes.”
“Six days without my comfy robe? I don’t know about that.”
“Choices—it’s always nice to have a couple of choices.”
“Underwear don’t take up much room—why not pack a couple of extra pairs—just in case (in case of what, I have no idea!).”
“I should probably take two pairs of gloves—what if one gets wet? I’ll need a dry pair.”
Plus, you’ve already read about the laundry list of hair products I require. It’s extensive.
Now this wasn’t the world’s worst habit until airlines (aside from my beloved Southwest) started charging for bags. There’s no way I’m checking more than one bag at $25 a pop.
What does that mean for Danger Boy?
I hope he can fit all his clothes into his carry-on!
Next stop—Erie, Pennsylvania!