I originally intended to write a helpful packing post, as is the proper blogger thing to do, but when it came to actually packing, I literally just picked out a few pieces from my closet that stuck out to me, and most of the clean laundry that was sitting in my room from Monday's post. I folded everything, yes, and then dumped it in, along with all of my toiletries and work necessities.
I have this habit of either being ambitious and using my smallest bags, or just taking my biggest suitcase as an excuse to also take a blanket with me, because why not? I am like a child, and I enjoy having a security blanket around.
That honestly says a lot about my travel habits. I've become terrible at traveling. Really, really terrible.
I used to love the idea of traveling all the time, and I still find myself wishing I could book a flight to various corners of the planet, but when it comes down to actually leaving my house for more than a day, I kind of meltdown. Technically, I'm not travelling right now. I'm house sitting, but I'm still not at my house, you know? The unreasonable anxiety is the same.
I've become more of a homebody than I ever thought I would. I hope that's something that changes in the future. Until then, I'm going to keep wishing I could be in my own bed.