I’m leaving today. Since it’s fall break I am going to drive down with my boyfriend to spend the weekend with his family. This sounded like a great idea back in September when it was first hatched. Now, however, I realize why I don’t go places, ever. I am hopeless at packing.
There are generally speaking two kinds of packers in the world. Light packers and heavy packers. Light packers are low maintenance people who have no problem wearing the same pair of jeans three days in a row and cycling through the same two shirts. These are people who don’t take what they don’t need. Heavy packers, on the other hand come in a variety of characters. You have over packers due to paranoia; people who like to be prepared no matter what and thus take more than they need out of fear of needing something and not having it. You have high-maintenance people who simply cannot live without all the comforts of home when they travel. They need their twenty different hair products and make-up items and at least four different pieces to every outfit that they will only wear once. Then you have the indecisive people who pack too much because they don’t know what they want. This is where I come in.
Those who know me know all too well how difficult it is to get me to make a decision. It’s like pulling teeth, I swear. It’s so much worse with me and Kylie together as we are both indecisive and thus nothing is ever decided ever. We just debate in circles for hours until it’s too late to do anything. So, as you can imagine, packing for me is a ball of choices that must be made all at once and it’s awful. Trying to get dressed for one day is hard enough. I can’t tell you how many mornings I run out the door five minutes late because I had to put on and take off about five different items to see what looked best. The problem with traveling is that I can’t take everything with me so I can’t do that when I’m away from home. I have to think ahead and that too is not exactly my strong point.
If I were going camping packing would be so much easier. You don’t really have to worry about what you wear when you go camping as long as it will keep you warm and you don’t mind getting it a little dirty. The way I figure it is you need two pairs of jeans for a weekend, two shirts and a hoodie. That way if one pair gets wet you have a dry set to put on. Going somewhere I have to be seen, however, that isn’t exactly going to work, especially going where I’m going.
I am struggling slightly with how I am supposed to dress during this weekend. Of all the things to worry about, of course this is the one that gives me the most trouble. It’s the weekend. I should wear weekend clothes, right? But I’m going to be with Logan’s family, so I want to look nice and make a good impression, right? I’m caught in this mental tug-of-war between casual wear and ‘meet-the-family’ appropriate attire. Yes, I’ve already met them, but I’m still stuck in that state of perpetual impression. So, my usual Saturday grunge clothes are not exactly up to par. This is not at all good for my decision making.
Next you have Sunday and this makes everything much more difficult. It’s always so hard to pick something to wear when going to someone else’s church. I don’t know how much the rest of you experience this anxiety but when you’ve been to a variety of churches it starts to build up. My parent’s church ranges from formal to casual all mixed together. As a kid we always dressed up to go to church. As I got older I started throwing whatever on in the morning as we tended to be running late and we didn’t actually see anyone there anyway. My church now is semi-casual. A lot of people show up in t-shirts and jeans, some people dress a little bit nicer but it’s rare to see anyone wearing something terribly dressy. So what do you wear going to a church you’ve never gone to before? What is safe to wear? Do you risk being over dressed or under dressed? It’s so hard to find a happy medium. The other problem for packing for Sundays is if you do pick the nicer outfit how do you transport it without wrinkling it to death? This narrows the option field quite a bit. You can’t pack something with sensitive fabric or it’ll be nothing but creases when you pull it out. And what if you want to wear a dress? How do you fold a dress? I decided I would try rolling my good clothes to see if that helps. I want to think I heard somewhere that was supposed to be a good idea. We shall see.
I am doing my very best to resist the urge to pack more outfits than I need. I’m only staying two nights, I think, so I should only need two outfits, but of course I have three packed already. What if I need to change after church? What if I end up staying until Monday rather than Sunday afternoon? What if I’m attacked by a mud puddle? Hey, it could happen! And of course, the my main concern, what if I put something on and it looks stupid? Or I don’t feel like wearing it? WHAT IF MY PURPLES DON’T MATCH? Seriously, I need to just keep my sister in my pocket so that she can tell me if I look alright when I’m not home. On top of that I’ll need a hat, of course, and a scarf, naturally and those have to be costumed to the outfit. And don’t even get me started on what shoes to bring. Can I go back to being four so my mom will pick my clothes out for me? And if I leave the house looking ridiculous it’ll be cute rather than disturbing? Yeah, I didn’t think so.
I hate being a heavy packer. I’m really a low maintenance girl. I don’t need a whole lot to survive and yet somehow I can’t stop myself from over packing. My friends used to tease me when I came over to spend the night because I looked like I was moving in. If I could just throw a couple of things into a bag and go my life would be so much simpler. And yet I am forever packing more than I need and forgetting things that I really shouldn’t. Silly Farkas, nothing is ever easy.