I am heading up to Maine for an extended weekend, and I've prepared for everything save one thing...the thing I hate the most about traveling: packing.
I never know quite what to bring to places, and I have this tendency to want to pack for every contingency; this contingency is tempered by my not wanting to bring 5 suitcases. Of course, I am left with having to make the earth-shattering decision on whether or not to take the extra shirt or socks or whatever.
So, for this trip, I am leaving packing to the last minute. My theory is the less time I have to think, the less time I will think, and just "do." Thinking is overrated anyway.
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