February 5, 2012

Soon I leave on vacation! Yay! My bags are almost packed (still need to pack my razor and laptop), and I’ve been just running around the house today, taking care of some last-minute things. Though I travel by plane, on average, at least three times a year, with at least one of those trips being intercontinental, it’s amazing how the little things still get to me.

Here are some of the little things, potpourri-style, in long-form:

One thing I love about Germany is that the humidity and relative warm temperatures (this past week excluded) mean that I can grow my nails out. I have a bad habit of breaking them while travelling, though. I usually don’t even make it to the airport without breaking one or two. Even if I did keep my nails, it would just be a feeble attempt, though – they always start breaking off and peeling once I get to Canada-land, anyway. In preparation for take-off, I’ve already cut them. Now, I feel like I have stubby, midget fingers and am having a real issue figuring out how to type again.

Though Maxie pretends to play dumb so often I wonder if he actually is an idiot, he’s really good at reading me. Between the suitcase being out for about a week now, and my increasing frequency of pacing and staring at it, Maxie has started giving me reproachful stares. He’s probably unsure if he’s coming or not this time, but he definitely knows something B-I-G is about to change for him, as is always the case when the suitcase comes out.

I need a new 1L bag for my liquids. I’ve been using the same one from the Government of Canada (because, apparently, they manufacture bags?) for four years now, and it’s in rough shape. I’m sure I could get a Ziploc, but that would make sense, you know. Making sense is a no-go for me.

I left so many things back home when I moved here, mostly because I started packing too late, and didn’t actually finish before it was time to leave. So, my mom packed one or two boxes to ship to me in addition to the ones I finished, but every so often I notice that something I want/need is missing. In packing for the trip, I have wondered what I actually need to bring, and what I still have back home. All I really know is that I’ve got a bathrobe and house shoes there. But do I need to bring sweats for lounging? Pyjamas? Sweaters? I have no idea! Gaaaah!

For the plane: To drug myself or not drug myself – that is the question.

How in the world am I going to survive without the internet??