|All too easy
||[Jul. 30th, 2006|03:01 pm]
I must be forgetting something.
We're packed up, ready to go. The housesitter is arranged, the kitchen is clean, the laundry is done, the lawn is mowed and all necessary arrangements completed. Even the trash is taken out, to be put on the curb Wednesday evening by the housesitter.
Because the zipper on my rolling suitcase is about to give up the ghost, I packed everything into two small bags. I will probably check one, but I could readily carry both onto the plane - this will make things much easier when we have to schlep them on trains and such. I have three pairs of shoes, two pairs of shorts, two pairs of long pants, two skirts, and assorted tops to mix-and-match. I have undergarments, a swimsuit, jammies. I have toiletries and medicines. I even have an umbrella. I don't have a jacket, because temps in the 60s, as they have been in the evening, are pleasant to my Alaska-trained blood. (I do have a cardigan, though, just in case.) I have a couple books, and the expectation of buying others in England. Ferrett has the travel books, and the computer, and the universal adapter, and the folder with all the contact information we need.
Surely it cannot be this simple. I must be forgetting some vital, imperative item.
But even if I am, we are flying out of here in just a few hours. I'm so excited I can hardly bear it!