Hi, how was your weekend? Ours was spent just at home, rummaging through things, cleaning, cleaning and cleaning. Also, I had a very strong urge to pack. The kind of OMG-I’m-going-for-vacation-I-need-to-pack kind of excitement that can’t be helped.
My daughter asked me when we’re going and I said, roughly seven weeks from now and she looked at me with one eyebrow raised (seriously, I didn’t think an 11 year old can raise one eyebrow). She looked at me like I grew another head.
The thing is, I get OCD when it comes to packing for vacation. When I was a student in Japan back in the day and go back to my home town every year, during December, I used to pack a month before. And because I did not have that much clothes, I would take clothes to wear from the bag, laundry it and put it back in the bag again and not in the closet. Crazy, I know.
There’s something about packing the bag that gets me pumped up for the trip! It’s been SEVEN years since I was back in my birth country so I won’t lie – I am excited although my sister has doused my vacation mode fire by telling me it’s hot, we don’t have aircon in our house back home, I’d probably be shocked with the sky high prices of things since I was last there, the traffic has gotten worse, etc, etc.
But more than anything else, I am excited to take the kids to my home town. My father will see Benjamin for the first time and Pristine had not been there for seven years as too.