My Thanksgiving break was really great. I slept in every day. I ate amazing food. I got to watch TV, ( I rarely have time for TV at school it seems). But with every visit home, I run into the same problem and I never quite learn my lesson. I simply over pack. Every single time. And yet I know I have absolutely have no reason to pack anything at all! I have sweaters and jeans and everything else I need at home, and still, I cannot help but cram my case full with that “one sweater I just bought which I can’t leave behind at my dorm,” or my favorites boots, which lets face it, I love all of them, and I can’t bear the thought of not having access to them for a whole weekend. I completely get the level of ridiculousness which is my over packing obsession.
And then I make it home. I revisit my closet, and, gasp! I think, “Why did I not take this shirt to school? OR these shoes?!” The probles escalates, and so does the volume of my suitcase. The night before my train back to Chicago I switch to a larger one. I hungrily snatch my beloved possessions and fold and stuff until I reason that if I add anything else there is no way this thing will zip properly. After my bingeing is over, I zip, and to my dismay, I can hardly lift it! I re-strategize. I remove the shoes. I will, after all, be going home in a few more weeks, and I can live without those for the time being (I hope!). Just to be sure, I also take out a couple of sweaters. I zip, and voila! I can lift it, and therefore, I know I can get this baby on the train and not face the embarrassment of a conductor struggling to help me up the few steps. I made it without any problem this time.
So tonight, as I unpack my last few things, I think how silly it is that I will be filling it back up in no time for winter break. But I also think that it is just grand that Loyola has provided me with such great closet space for it not to matter so much.Packing, Thanksgiving, Winter break