You know what's really hard? Packing to move. And it's harder to pack to move to a new state, where I have no experience with weather or people or public commuting. I have no idea what needs may occur or what cardigans I'll have to bring!
Okay, so I might be over-thinking it, but I honestly can't help it when people give me suggestions on what I should bring or what the weather should be, not to mention the gifts of pillows, extra lady garments, and long sleeves from my mom, who doesn't believe me when I tell her that I have enough clothes already. Being her daughter, you'd think she'd know.
Then there's the whole reality versus expectation of my closet. You know? It's the reason why I have things from an evening gown to overalls in there. That fantasy life where a last minute invitation to a do just happens to happen, and I have an evening gown, shoes, and clutch all ready. That or I'm going to help in a program of "This Old House," which is when my overalls, flannel, and bandana would be appropriate. I pride myself in this ability. But, who knows what New York will bring.
For one, I'm not sure what the closet space will be like, and I know that my overalls can't come because I've already had a couple of people shake their heads when I said I was going to bring them. I'm also not sure what work I will be doing, so I can't foresee if I'm suppose to suit up, like if my Batman t-shirt would be okay or would an actual suit have to do?
Hazel, bless her, talked me out of a lot of clothes before when she helped me clean my room those five million other times, so she was very gung ho about helping me pack. And seeing as she's travelled pretty extensively, I thought she was the best fit for this undertaking.
Turns out, we speak different languages when it comes to these things. A few quotes included...
"Why do you have so many polka dots?"
"George, I don't know what you mean that there's a difference between those blouses."
"Do you wear all of those dresses?"
"I'm being a guy. These all look the same. Just pick one."
"Wow, I feel inadequate. You have so many bras!"
"I'm trying to be practical! You can take those polka dots, not those!"
"I'll let you take more cardigans, but only because they're your babies."In the end, she listed out a number of shorts, shirts, pants, what have you, and it was up to me to dwindle it down. Between both of our body weights and two space safer bags, we got one suitcase full of what I figured to be the things I wore most often. It is the hardest thing I have ever attempted to pick up, and we're talking to the girl who invented the line "you must be Smuckers, because jaaaam you fine." It's a sure crowd pleaser.
No, but really. I'm way over the luggage limit.