Thursday, March 17, 2022

I Hate Packing

 I hate packing.

This morning I  was packing for a family reunion in Costa Rica, all alone at the airport in an outdoor cafe with round glass top tables and white wrought iron chairs and people in white short sleeves relaxed all around me drinking tropical drinks and smiling and conversing lightly and smiling my way, and green plants growing up between the cement floor tiles, five shoulder bags stuffed full and frantically trying to figure out how to get them down to two carry ons which was tough because they were all full of I know not what when I realized I could cram them all into one big suitcase and hyperventilating bug eyed when I realized I was only allowed two carry ons and the big suitcase wasn’t gonna work so I abandoned all hope of packing the chrome yellow cast iron Dutch oven and the blankets and the chrome plated shelf unit and still couldn’t figure out how to make it all work and turned over chairs running for the airplane and then I woke up.

I hate packing.