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packing for an extended trip (one whole week!) in another climate zone (florida!) is a mission is teleportation. for at least a good, few moments, you really have to send yourself away from, for example, the thirty degree winter Colorado weather currently experienced outdoors, to the imagined, florida warmth and humidity, drenched in sun. if i close my eyes and focus really, really hard, i can almost feel what my memory tells me florida feel like, which is what I best use to gauge what tools (i.e. clothing and accessories) will make me feel most comfortable (both in the environment and, in my own skin.)
first, the parameters:
*not too much (my shiny, red suitcase is only so big)
*keep it casual (how many times do you really get dressy?)
*is 3 bathing suits too many? (most likely, but you never know!)
*how much do golf clubs cost to transport anyway? (AMC bought me some with bonus $ a few years ago. one time, i almost got a hole one- it's true.)
you wanna know what the weirdest part of packing for this particular trip, to florida, tomorrow? (it barely feels real.)
when i was little, i lived in florida full-time and went to colorado on part time vacations... now, i live in denver (never would've guessed it!) and i'm going to visit florida.
but, back to the wardrobe/teleportation project...
to bring the running shoes, or not to bring the running shoes?
if i afford them space in my luggage, will i feel the responsibility to run?
do i want to feel responsible on this trip?
do i even want to run?
i will feel good if i run a long way in florida,
as though something has been accomplished.
if i don't run, what will i do in the mornings?
in my most yogi-like fantasies, i will do yoga on the patio.
and this settles it, the chances of me actually doing yoga, instead of considering it and choosing instead to sit down with another cup of coffee, are slim, very slim.
and, with that,..... in with the running shoes! (i hope i really run!)
but, anyway....
i talked to almost all of my florida girls tonite on the phone as phase 1 of packing ensued (stage 1= pack all items considered even for a moment) and, just like a summer song- they put me in the spirit. not all of my florida girls live there anymore; but it doesn't matter- their florida spirit knows my florida spirit... and really, that's all that counts.
and now, i'm so tired.
and so i will retire.
and the best part of this is,
-i'll sleep in my own bed and,
-tomorrow i'll wake up.
and go to florida.
traveling is not over-rated. (it's just as cool as we think it is.)
Buona Notte---- (Good Night in Italian)
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| but first, a snack. |
