This is the Day

I woke up and looked at the clock to make sure that I hadn't overslept. It was 6:34 am. Considering we aren't leaving my grandparents' house for O'Hare until at least noon, I sunk back into my pillow and rolled over. But I didn't sleep well after that. I kept dreaming that I had forgotten something, that my stuff wouldn't fit in my bags, or had something in my luggage (e.g., a tin of jewelery) which they wouldn't let through customs, which left me to figure out how not to have it confiscated. Then I dreamed that my aunt married a tall, muscular Eastern European man and we were all late for the wedding (including the bride and groom).

I'm not accustomed to getting nervous about traveling. I get nervous about academics, primarily, and some performances as well. I always get nervous before something, which I think is good, because then by the time that something arrives, I'm able to conquer it nervous-lessly. (Just ask anyone who's spent time with me around the Ethics Bowl competition.)

So I know I'll be fine. It's part of the experience. I have a few more things to fit into my 3 backpacks, and I'll be ready. We were late picking my brother up from our cousins' house where he had spent the night because I spent too much time in the Walmart aisle trying to decide if I should buy a collapsible duffel bag to pack in my luggage now and bring back as a piece of checked luggage in June. I'm not good at making decisions to begin with, and it gets worse when I'm trying to plan for my unknown future and it involves money, which I'm not fond of parting with.

You see, I purchased a wheeled luggage set on a pretty good sale at 4:30 am on Black Friday. But then my dad's coworker lent me a German backpacking backpack (if that's what they're called) which his wife used when they traveled the world for three years. It came with a waterproof cover and a nylon bag which I put it in to send it through as checked luggage so I don't have to worry about buckles breaking. Once I discovered how comfortably I could carry around 35 lbs. of stuff on my back and thought about how much nicer it would be to travel around Europe with a backpack rather than pulling my luggage around behind me down the street, I couldn't bring myself to keep the wheelie luggage. It's just a bit too conventional for me, even if it was a good deal.

So I bought the duffel bag, and have since managed to fit it in my regular backpack. I figure I'll carry my "purse" (aka small backpack) on my front, my checked luggage (aka backpackers' backpack) on my back, and my carry-on (aka regular backpack) in my hand. And then in June I'll add a duffel bag to the other hand.

Since that's probably a lot more detail than you really care to know, this seems like a good place to stop. I'm bringing my computer along, so I might be able to blog in London tomorrow morning. That is, if it holds out that long. It's been acting up so much lately that I don't expect it to make it through the semester. Perhaps that's one way I'll lighten my load for the trip home.