The phrase that keeps coming to me is ingredients–not stuff–but I have been obsessed with stuff for days.
I wanted to get it just right. The right amount of style and comfort. The right amount of essentials that weren’t too big or lacking and would keep me healthy while on the road.
I’m en route as I write this and just arrived as I publish and edit. It’s pretty clear that my pack is too heavy but its too late for that now.
The prudent thing to do is to test the weight of your pack before you leave. This I know but I didn’t over pack so it wasn’t going to be too heavy, right? I had a lot to do before I left but I was also spending time obsessing with ingredients for a perfect trip and maybe not always the right ones. I’ll be honest here: I put a lot of energy a specific pair of shoes that in the final hour I had to ask my housemate to return for me and not nearly enough time into essential travel planning.
Some of my preparations were practical: the right beauty products for my hair and skin that would save space and weight (in theory), the right ‘friggin toothpaste ( not to big, not too small, not too much sodium lauryl sulfate) and the right amount of pills. Working in the natural products industry for 20 years I pride myself on being able to know how to support my body with supplements in any given moment. But I brought a lot of pills but it’s my first day here and I’m going to try to hit the Chinatown here for some additional gastrointestinal support I didn’t bring.
I splurged on Mp3 music right before I left. A huge music list that I had been cultivating for over a year now on Amazon which deserves its own blog post. I rarely buy music. I often fall for songs but suffer YouTube when I want to listen to them. I could have waited and spent that money on travel necessities, like hotel or restaurants. What if someone steals my crappy mp3 player from 2008? The good thing about that is that the music is all backed up at home on my computer and hard drive.
I wanted everything to be how I wanted it to be—the soundtrack of my happy moments with me. It’s already been great. It’s like I have my good friends of the last year with me.
In the end it’s never really perfect and you have to go with the flow and what you have control of rather then what you don’t.
But here’s hoping…
A lot really does work out in the end.