Over the last few years I have come to really despise packing.I'm actually really good at packing (check out my *reasonably* organised piles). I think the problem is what it signifies - can't you tell I study English Literature? Leaving packing until the last minute means I don't really have to think about why I'm packing until I have no choice in the matter.
As I'm working until the day before I leave, I can't leave my suitcases until the timer runs out. Instead I have been sensibly packing little and often since last weekend and it has meant I've been *relatively* unstressed and meltdowns have been few and far between.
I'm taking two suitcases: one full of textbooks, winter clothing, room decorations and miscellany and the other full of holiday outfits, gym wear, make up and skincare (and miscellany . . . I'm organised but not God). This way I can leave one bad unopened until we arrive at the flat in Montreal, while using the other to pop in and out of hotels as the family road trip en route.
My new favourite packing-y thing is this jewellery holder I was given as a generous early birthday present from my boyfriend's family. I always end up either wearing all the jewellery I want to take somewhere with me or else leaving it to tangle impenetrably in the depths of my bag. I'd definitely recommend!
The canny among you may have realised that in writing this post and taking pretty pictures I have in fact avoided packing for just a little while longer. All I have to do now is print lots and lots of copies of my Study Permit and CAQ.
Now, what else am I likely to have forgotten . . . ?
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