waiting for....stress

I stress more than most when I try and travel.

Anywhere.

It's worse when it involves going to a different state. Since I don't know what I need, I tend to think I need everything.

An evening dress, blouse and skirt in case we go out somewhere nice. Shorts, pants, t-shirts, beach shirts, beach hat, and ball cap. Tevas, flats, sneakers, slip-ons.

Didn't forget the bikini. I ordered it last week, and it showed up just in the nick of time today. Lucky for me, I like it a lot. Not that I'd have time to return it and exchange it for something else.

Don't need to worry about pajamas. Not our style.

Socks, underwear, pantyhose. I have to get all that together now.

At least I can do some laundry since he has some sort of facility at his place.

I asked what kind of kitchen things he has. I hope that he has most of what I'm thinking I might need. Just a pie, pancakes, and a lime tart. And whatever I get inspired to cook that I find at the farmers markets. Otherwise, I have room in my suitcases for some of that stuff.

And enough room for stuff that I'm bringing back.

Oh, and phone charger, camera battery charger, hair drier, and whatever other cables I'm forgetting have to go too.

We bought my mom a cool carry-on bag that fits the laptop, camera, and food with room to spare. She's letting me take it - yeah! My mom rocks since she's also going to be looking after the fluff and furr.

So why is this so stressful? Probably because I don't do this a lot. I haven't been anywhere in two years now. Probably because I am trying to think of everything and obsess about what I'm forgetting. I generally chill once I get past the security screening because I'm resigned to "past the point of no return". A glass of wine or two on the plane also helps.