That’s right, as of right now I have started practicing packing. Like there is some science to folding all of my tshirts, jeans, and skirts and stuffing them into a backpack. I really don’t know when I became a type A personality, but there it is. The good news is that the packing practice is going well. I have a game plan for my new packing organizers (oh yeah, and I bought some packing supplies, too) and I am pretty sure that everything I want to take will fit in under the 40 pound weight limit for my backpack. I haven’t even begun to practice filling my carry-on, but I would assume that I will start doing that sometime next week.
I got my new iPod touch, and I am pretty convinced that it is a traveler’s device par excellence. I have all my numbers and addresses in it, it will track my finances (so that I can hopefully avoid a repeat of the panic-induced spending spree that happened while I was in Chicago), it has a calorie-tracking application (so that I can avoid any panic-induced eating sprees), it tells me when things are due and how to get to places. I am in love. Oh, and it does a pretty good job of playing me music when I want it to. To celebrate my love, my clumsy ass has already dropped it in the driveway, which it weathered with aplomb. I think this means that it is ready to be my travel buddy.
Now, if only I could get prepared enough that I feel like I can be my own travel buddy, that would be good. Either way, though, me, my ipod, and my obsessively organized backpack are getting on a plane at 5:30 am, 25 August 2009.