I pack late. I wait til the last possible second and throw every possible combination of outfits into my bag, jump on it a few times to mash everything down, and run off. This has resulted in 22 years of over-packing and extremely wrinkled Anthropologie dresses.
NO MORE I SAY! I shall pack in advance. I leave for the airport Wednesday around 2:00. This gives me 37 hours. I'll be at work for like twelve of them so 25 hours. Plus I really do need to sleep tonight and tomorrow night so let's say 7 hours. And well, showering and eating and things makes it more like 5. Okay, 4.
All I really need is my camera and my journal and some face wash. I'm so nervous I'll look like a dorky American. And with that backpack on... well, I'm definitely gonna look like a dweeb. Je wanna be hip, garcon. I'm already twice the width of the French and twice the height of the Spanish.