We’ve been here before with this group, so our trip has a nice element of familiarity to it. Time for a Dark and Stormy! (For those of you who question whether it is cocktail hour, remember that Bermuda is an hour ahead of Eastern time.)
We’re on the road today, and I’m testing my latest travel vow.
I’m an over-packer. It’s embarrassing, because it shows indecisiveness. You can’t quite figure out what you need, so you end up taking everything. Your suitcase is crammed full on the trip out. You can hardly close it. It weighs a ton as you’re lugging it through the airport and hoisting it into the trunk of the taxi. And, of course, your clothing doesn’t fit quite so neatly into the bag for the trip home.
Today I made a conscious effort not to over-pack. No need to anticipate three clothing changes a day or the kind of bowel-related disasters that might require you to carry two extra pairs of underwear. No taking three hardback biographies that couldn’t be completed even if I read 24 hours a day. No extra pair of shorts, or spare socks just in case, or extra t-shirt. I’ll try to make do without them all.
And, today, as I walked through the airport, pulling my feather-light luggage behind me, I felt a welling sense of pride.
Fellow over-packers, join me! Cast off the bungee cords you use to close your bulging bag! Don’t pull that special zipper that gives you even more room to store useless stuff! Don’t risk paying the over-50-pound-fee at the baggage check station or engaging in the humiliating, out-in-public-in-front-of-the-check-in-desk clothing transfer to try to get under that already generous 50-pound limit!
It’s time to fly light, my friends!