Sassy Black Friend

Pack, pack, pack?

When I woke up this morning the boyfriend was in our spare bedroom, packing. For our trip. In two weeks. And humming. So weird, but so cute. he said he woke up too excited to do anything else. He’s such a dork. Definitely adorkable, though he’d deny it.

I hate packing. Mostly because I’m terrible at it. I either bring nothing or everything, I can’t seem to find a middle ground. I can manage for an overnight or cross country moving, nothing in between.

I try to follow packing lists where you pay out items that can work in multiple outfits, but I never follow through. I’ll remember to bring extra underwear for changes during the day, but no socks. Or I’ll bring one nice dress but no shoes to wear with it.

Ugh. Maybe now that we live together I can get the boyfriend to help if he’s going to be so excited about it.