Getting Ready

I'm having a complete adrenaline rush. It's been going on for about 2 days now, and relief won't come until the morning. That's OK with me, though. I love these traveling rushes that accompany my trips to the airport. That's right, I said airport. I am leaving in the morning! And while this flight isn't an overseas flight, it's a flight nonetheless. And I'm excited. I get to go to the airport. I get to fly on an airplane. I get to people-watch, browse expensive airport shops, and drink expensive airport cappuccinos.

I've barely slept the last 2 nights. Packing and unpacking in my head. Awake or asleep--it doesn't matter. I'm packing! I need clothing for daytime shopping and for evening dinners; I need shoes for walking and for looking fancy. And handbags--I need handbags. They are by far my most important items to pack. They are my ruination. My downfall. The one thing I feel most guilty about. However, I can honestly say they've all been gifts from my husband. There, I've just alleviated my guilt--a little bit.

So, in my hours of fitful sleep, I have repacked my one suitcase (yes, I said one, it's a short trip) several times. Along with clothing, shoes, and handbags, there is jewelry and cosmetics to consider — I just love my makeup!   Can you understand why I'm not sleeping well? No? Well, that's OK, I get it. I understand myself.

I also have our dog to kennel, our house to clean, neighbors to notify, boarding passes to print, and a refrigerator to clean out. I have this very weird thing I have to do before I can leave on any trip longer than 2 days. I have to clean my house--just in case I am killed along the way and someone comes into my home and says--wow, she was really a disorganized pig. I couldn't handle that, so I cleaned like a mad lady. Then there is the refrigerator situation. All food that might go bad must be thrown away, and the shelves wiped clean and straightened — for the same reason mentioned above. Can you say neurotic?

We leave tomorrow morning. As soon as I sit down on that plane, I know what's going to happen. I will be so exhausted that the hum of the engines warming will lull me to sleep, if even for just a few minutes. Then I will wake up, take out my Kindle, and relax. Until the next trip, and then the entire process will commence once again. And that's OK with me, I love to travel. Almost as much as I love getting ready.