You guys have no idea how much I love packing. I can’t explain it. Maybe it has something to do with my inner fastidious organizer, but I am absolutely obsessed with pockets and compartments and bags and travel sized. If you ever find yourself asking why you’d need two ounces of laundry soap, think travel sized.
Six weeks to go, and I’m thinking I’ll do a trial run and see what I still need to buy. Clothes I’m finding in thrift stores, mostly, because half of it I won’t be able to wear in Northern California. I have a backpack with an intense number of pockets, and an Indiana Jones satchel with nearly as many. THAT’S RIGHT, I’M FEMALE INDIE. In the badass sense, not the hipster sense. But, fuck, am I gonna miss my blow dryer.