I doubt very seriously that Noah, when instructed to build the Ark, cared or even considered how many pairs of sandals he should pack for his epic journey. His primary concern had to rest on food or the lack of it if he didn’t plan and prepare ahead. Most assuredly there were no convenience stores or local fast food paradises to bail him out. For us today, food away from home is largely available and comes in a wide variety of price ranges. This is why, when we pack for a journey we instead anguish over clothing and shoe choices. Who wants to go to a Laundromat on vacation? In addition, shoes if you have to replace them, can impact your budget. However, lugging extra suitcases and spending unnecessary time unpacking is tiring and time consuming. In the past, when I packed for a holiday, half my houses contents became my +1.
There is no easy answer to this dilemma. Chances are, you will either be buried under the weight of your luggage or pausing your itinerary to seek out needed or forgotten items. I recently heard a caller on a podcast say you should pack by acting out your day. First thing you do is wake up and brush your teeth. Wallah! You have your first two items. Continue from there until you are completely packed. In theory it sounds reasonable but it will require some patience and a trial run to see if it suits my purposes. I’m headed to Ohio and Texas next week so I will have my chance to test out the theory. First I will be the photographer at a family wedding, then a month long assignment working twelve-hour days. I doubt heels will be appropriate there. Most of my day will be spent bouncing around in cutesy scrubs and composite-toe safety shoes. On my day off I will throw on some jeans and a t-shirt. I’ll be too tired for anything else. My plan is to pack light, I’ll keep you updated.
When we sell the house (If that ever happens!) we will be stocking the travel trailer. This requires more thought and intention than time away. This will be our home, probably for the next three years. I have no plans to wake up in a super store at 3 a.m. after having wandered there in my sleep because my pillow failed to impress. Whatever we land in and on, I’m pretty sure I won’t be tripping over a camel, poor Noah.