I've been pondering the title of this first new postings and after losing a piece of luggage, I figured this was more fitting than originally thought.
As I start writing this, I've safely been in Frankfurt for a few hours. Sleep deprived. Allergy-stricken. Technologically Frustrated. But safe and energized (I don't know how 2 hours of napping split across two flights leaves you feeling "energized" but that's the best way to describe it). Yes, I said sleep deprived and energized in the same paragraph, don't truly sleep for two weeks and tell me how you describe it. The Milchkaffee may be helping this process or that German IT people /luggage trackers are actually quite helpful and my German isn't as bad as I was anticipating - one would figure having a degree in a language should at least leave the speaker feeling capable in not so everyday conversations, but I always end up in weird situations.
This title popped into my head when I realized exactly how much stuff I was hoping to jam into my suitcases and was solidified by late night/early morning, twelve-hours-before-my-flight packing. The kind of packing that takes up the whole living room floor and leaves you on the verge of a meltdown. The packing only solved by a dog trying to steal articles of clothing; hoping that it will make you stay and helping with the overweight issues, and late night television programming. The kind that leaves you almost relieved when the airline leaves a piece behind because that means less for you to wrangle.
On to the musings.
Are they judging me? They have to be judging me. But it's like a whole year! They don't know me, they can't judge my luggage options.
WHY DO I HAVE SO MANY CLOTHES. I can't find the pieces I want to pack, but I find things I forgot I had. Where are all of the matching sock?!??! Guess this means the dogs gets another one. I'll just give clothes away...yeah that won't happen....
It's going to be overweight! I can't take anything else out!! Fine, I'll just suck it up and pay the overweight fees. Cue: triumphant exclamations when your bags are 49.5 and 51.5, respectively and the check in lady lets it slide.
I think I just bundled all of my nervous about going away for so long into my packing.
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