I am the worst packer. My mother likes to tell people the story of taking me to New York for the first time and she let me pack myself. I brought like nine skirts and 20 bottles of nail polish. That was it…
Fast forward to current day and the situation hasn’t improved much. I have been pretty busy the last couple weeks with preparing for markets, so I tried to start packing three or four days ago to alleviate a little of the stress of last minute packing.
So today when I checked to see how far along I had gotten, I saw in four days time I had only managed to pack five pair of shoes, one pair being running shoes (I honestly don’t know who I’m kidding…).
Now I’m back to stressful packing. I’ll probably end up throwing in four more pair of shoes in there and call it a day.