Vacation all I ever wanted, vacation had to get away. All my bags are (almost) packed, I’m ready to go.
Ben and I cleaned our chariot for the highly-anticipated roadtrip last night. We’re both so ready for this next week. I pulled out my suitcase and gathered some bathing suits and too many clothes. I have slight over-packing tendencies. I laid restless, trying hard to sleep, but unable to rest due to the list of things that I wanted/needed to do before we left running through my head: Wash my sheets, wash my towels. Don’t forget the sunscreen. Do I really need to take this many shoes? What food should I get for the roadtrip? How many books is too many books? Take out the trash. Do I really need to take this many shoes? Pack an extra pair of contacts. Pick up postcard stamps. What is the best in-the-car-for-12-hours outfit? Do I really need to take this many shoes?
Eventually I wore myself out. The thoughts became lists. I have three lists that are constantly growing – one is hanging on my kitchen cupboard, placed strategically to not be overlooked, one rests on the suitcase, and the other travels around with me.
The day will drag as I await my freedom. But then it will be 9 days of beauty. Sandy beaches of Delaware, here we come.