And the packing nightmare continues…

As I have mentioned before I hate packing. I stress about what to take for a long weekend let alone how to pack up my life. And today  is no exception. My room looks like a bomb has gone off. There is enough space for me to sit cross-legged on the floor and you can’t even see the bed. But it is actually progress and I knew it was going to get worse before it gets better.

Seeing as I leave in 5 days (and early in the morning) and my mother has been pressuring me for days, I went ahead and packed a bag today. Only to have panic truly set in. I still have my giant rolling duffle bags from college. They have served me well over countless cross continental adventures and two transatlantic moves. I don’t know if its the fact that I am older or I just have more stuff but I am seriously starting to doubt that two suitcases is going to be enough.

Mid-way through packing my first bag I realized that it was going to be an overweight bag and that 50 lbs wasn’t going to cut it. So I grabbed my computer and did my research. I am already going to pay for checking a second bag – I might as well just compound the hurt and pay for the extra weight. So I checked – all three airlines (although I should only have to pay twice) and now my bag is weighing in just shy of the 70 pound cut off.

But what really has me worried is that I feel like I have barely made a dent. Granted the suitcase I did pack has multiple pairs of shoes and a large portion of my toiletries. And we all know those are the heaviest items. But still… I haven’t event begun to pack up my clothing. I guess I will just have to overstuff my carry-ons.

How did I ever manage this in college? I don’t ever remember it being this hard. And I went to school in Boston. I had to pack all of my heavy winter clothing so I didn’t freeze to death. But then again my parents always made the fall trek out to Boston with me. And when I graduated my grandmother carried an extra bag back to California as well. But when I went to London for the year I did it alone. Granted I did manage to score free overweight bags on the way home when I got to the desk at Heathrow. Maybe the nice people at American airlines will take pity on me on Tuesday morning. I’ll try not to hold out too much hope for a miracle.

Basically the moral of this is: I have too many clothes. And shoes. And stuff. And I might have to pay for two overweight bags.

On that note I am going downstairs for a glass of wine – ok maybe my own bottle and a straw.

Shoes! … or not!

I can’t put it off any longer. I am rapidly running out of time. I leave in a little over two weeks. (Cue the panic attack – how did it get here so quickly?)

About two months ago I tackled the armoire and the clothes in the closet. Several trips to Hope Services and the consignment store later – I still have more than enough clothing. A month ago I cleared out the drawer of nail polish – yes a whole drawer – and got rid of about 50 bottles. Earlier this week I went through all of my makeup and slimmed things down to one small bag.

But I have been putting off cleaning out the rest of my closet – shoes, purses, the storage rack holding all my sweaters, scarves and cold weather gear. It seems so final and more importantly – daunting.

So today I started with the shoes – I figure stages are much easier. Less daunting – maybe. What I learned was I clearly have a problem. Ok to be honest more than one. I a) have a tendency not to throw things away and b) I shop too much. There I have admitted it.


Giving up all these shoes!

Witness the aftermath. These are the shoes I am getting rid of. Yes that’s right. This is the pile I am getting rid of. Note the yellow cardboard box filled with – yup you guessed it – shoes. And this doesn’t include the boots I have yet to dig out from under the bed and the pile of shoes I still haven’t made a decision about. But all in all it was easier than I expected. There were shoes in boxes that I forgot I even had. Clearly this was a long overdue project. And there are still more shoes than I can carry with me when I leave.

On that note I’m going to go wash the dust off and find something more pleasant to do.

UPDATE: Eight pairs of shoes found new homes with my cousin’s girlfriend, four with other family members and the rest will be donated to the American Cancer Society Discovery Shops.