And I seem to start fretting about it earlier and earlier. Four days to go and I'm feeling panicky. At this point I always feel like backing out of all travel plans. I hate the trouble of deciding what to take with me, the packing itself, and especially the part where you keep wondering whether you took everything you need.
Yes, I know, I don't travel to places where you couldn't buy whatever you left at home (and more) but still, it's just so nervewracking!
And I'm real lousy at packing. How can it be that my clothes, for instance, are physically smaller than T's but take up more space? I start to sweat just by looking at the pile of clothes and thinking that I should manage to roll them into nice tight bunches.
This strong dislike towards the act of packing does not mean that I wouldn't have an equally strong urge to "pre-pack" (this, of course, in addition to making a detailed list on everything). No point in it, really, because usually three things happen: a) I decide that the sleeping bag/the mattress/the pillow/the extra pair of shoes doesn't need to fit IN the backpack, I can always strap it outside, b) T ends up packing the rest of the stuff c) I've forgotten half of the things I need from the "pre-packing" and have to arrange it all over again anyway.
Have I ever forgotten anything of "vital" importance? No, not really. Well, nail clippers... I had to buy a really crappy pair in Salzburg that time.
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