Packing sucks

I backpacked the South Pacific for 3 months on 1 pair of pants and 3 pairs of shorts. I packed 4 bathing suits, boardies, a fleece hoodie and enough underwear to last me for 2 weeks...how the hell did I do it? I had to repack 3 times tonight.

I started out with enough clothing to dress half of the kids in Africa. I couldn't even fit the space bag it into my pack. Yes, laugh all you want, I use space bags. These things are a hidden gem in the world of backpacking. So I take a few things out, pack again and throw the pack on my back. Sweet baby Jesus. Round 3...remove extra tank-tops, remove white cargo capris, remove sleep sack, remove extra pack-towel, keep all 20 pairs of underwear. I walk around with pack on for 10 minutes...I fold laundry, wash dishes, walk up and down stairs. Now the ultimate test, I pack 2 bottles of wine in the bag, heave it on my back walk around...it's a go. Clearly my priorities are straight, 20 pairs of underwear and a bag that can hold 2 bottles of wine.

I can't wait to leave tomorrow; I'm finally getting excited. I thought this day would never come. My only fear is that I'll have to square off with a small child on the plane.

Note to self: pack extra sleeping pills that can break into tiny pieces and be easily slipped into food.