I was able to packed, crammed might be a more accurate adjective, my life into 47.4 lbs. Getting to this point was no simple task. I have a lot of life. I'm a decently seasoned traveler- I know how to breeze through security and have FINALLY mastered the art of only packing what I will need. But have I mentioned that I don't know where in the continuous United States or Canada I'm going yet? That kind of throws a wrench into the whole thing. What if I do need this sweater, or long sleeve shirt, or sweatshirt I mean- I am the only person ever to be COLD in the heat of a South Florida summer. What if I get sent to Canada? What do they even wear there? I mean come on, you never know when you will need a splash of Lilly or a black beaded clutch...
But I did, black beaded clutch not included. I have separated all my outfit elements (bottoms, tops, unmentionables) into separate jumbo ziplocks for easy access and outfit creations. All of my are divided in the same fashion. Therefore, my big black bag, when opened, is just a series of labeled bags. My idea is that this will keep them in better shape than digging through my whole bag each day just to find a T-shirt. Tools that I'm thinking will prove to be vital-
In 50 lbs or less: So, here I sit, patiently awaiting my flight into O'Hare and watching intently as the man a table over from my lip syncs and bobs his head to the Aretha classic, Respect. Oh.... he just did a horizontal snap across the face.... great start to the day.
