It’s another late night of packing. I had planned (i.e. hoped) I wouldn’t be like this anymore. I kept telling myself that I will be the kind of traveler who has things organized in advance. That I will have a toiletry bag packed and ready to go. That I will be in bed before the wee hours of the morning before my trip. And yet here I am again, watching the clock eek closer to midnight and looking at all of my tasks still not done. I think this is the point in the story where I reach acceptance.
To be honest, this habit for me isn’t stressful, so there isn’t much a motivation to change. Anything I might forget can be replaced. And yes, I start my trip tired, but that’s what the good ol’ plane ride is for.
I am giving myself the grace to accept that I am a last minute packer. Maybe I will change for my next trip, but also maybe I won’t.
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