Washing done. check
Work day done. check
Camera set aside. check
All 3 pairs of glasses gathered. And extra pair of contact lenses. check
Mini travel size products gathered. check
Both pairs of sunglasses. (I know - for Seattle this makes no sense, but I love them both and couldn't decide) double check
Clothes strewn everywhere, waiting for the selection process. And it is a process...
Boarding pass printed. check
Bag out & open, waiting to be packed. check
It takes me an entire evening to gather my belongings and put them in the suitcase - often pushing and grunting to close it because I usually pack too much. I would hate to get anywhere and find that the very thing I opted not to bring to save space was the most essential item I could have brought. I know - it's a little neurotic. But it's how roll when I leave home: I just take most of it with me. As luck would have it, most of my journeys are just long weekends, so it hasn't been much of an issue. Heaven help me if I ever go on a lengthy vacation... I think it's because I've always gotten a little bit homesick - even if I'm having fun. Even when I was a kid just spending the night at a friend's house. So bringing things = bringing home with me. And then I can rest my crazy little head.
Of course, visiting Marion is pretty much like going home to everything familiar in my life. There are no secrets, and we pretty much go right back to being giggly girls again. Of course, we are much more awesome today than we were at 11- I've learned to cook (Marion already knew how), and now we know STUFF - all kinds of stuff - but in our hearts we are the same two girls we were back in the day. I can't guarantee we'll dance in the living room to the Doors' "Light My Fire (long version)", but it's going to be a great few days, and it even looks as though the sun will be out, making me feel welcome.
Have a great weekend everyone. See you next week!