Everyone who called me today has asked if I’m finished packing. Are there people out there who are finished packing 30 hours before their plane leaves? If there are, please don’t reveal yourselves to me unless you’re the person who packs a change of underwear, a toothbrush and a good book.
I’m at the “Do you really need that?” stage. Do I really need to bring those adorable shoes with the puffy “thingamabobs attached to the fronts? I don’t think I could walk more than a block in them, but doesn’t a girl have to do cute once in a while? (And no smart remarks about being a girl at my age. I’ve got the right equipment, no matter how long I’ve had it, so I’ll call myself a girl if I feel like it.)
I know I’ll get it done on time and won’t pack too much and will regret not bringing that sexy thingy even though I’d probably only wear it once and will bring the pants that never get taken out of the closet and be absolutely sick of wearing that black skirt no matter how great it looks now or how comfortable it is. I know I’m going to lament the shoes with the thingamabobs. Don’t ya think?
Well, anyway, say good-bye. Good-bye house, see you soon. Good-bye New Jersey and the good old USA. Good-bye friends, we’ll talk soon.
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