To many, this is just a normal Thursday, but to me, this is the day for which I’ve been waiting months.
It’s finally the departure day for my European adventure!
Right now, I sit in my oversized, cushiony papasan chair typing this last Canadian travel blog post. Tonight, I leave, all pop culture references aside, on a jet plane and, after a drugged-up gravol sleep, will (fingers crossed) arrive in Paris tomorrow morning.
But before I get to do this, I had to pack.
As an indecisive, sometimes neurotic person, packing is not my forte.
That’s why I brought in the troops to help me out.
Ariel and Alex – you can always count on these two to help you out. As ex-roommates, they know my wardrobe better than I know it myself (hey, why don’t you bring that flowery dress that you got with Britt that one time? It would be perfect for Paris!). They’re the best. Knowing that I would be stressed out, they also brought me an oat fudge bar. Like I could love them any more.
Ariel is also a particularly accomplished packer and, to this hour, I have still not yet had to place anything inside my backpack.
So what were some of my necessities? Well…
I very much can’t live without my collection of vintage jewelry. I wear it everywhere. I don’t care if I am backpacking and wearing a garbage bag, I insist it comes with me.
Sunscreen, because after six days in Santorini, girl is going to get tanned. Mom, take note.
Perhaps my most important travel companion (other than Gord) will be my Toms. I fully expect them to be falling apart by the end of the trip, but I will always keep them regardless and treasure the memories we shared. Also, to the left you see my Joe Fresh (bahaha $16 knock-offs!) birks. They will lead me through many a sunny day.
And so, while I do not yet have a photo of me with my human-sized backpack on my shoulders, I will be posting one as soon as I can. And by that, I mean as soon as I finish packing. Which will be never.
Bon voyage, mes amis!