May 4, 2015
Let’s just say, I thought I had everything under control. I had been thinking about what I would take to France for what seemed like months. I had every outfit planned, every toiletry in place, and every possible thing in mind. I wanted to pack light, while still having exactly what I needed to I could be comfortable and not a pain trying to scavenge for what I was missing while in the small village. I was all pack two days before my departure so that I could relax and enjoy my family for the last day I had in America. That night, my dad suggested we weigh my bags, (a check bag 50lbs, a carry on 25lbs, and a personal item.) My check bag ended up weighing nearly 80lbs by the time we got it on the scale.
I was less than thrilled at this point. I thought I had done
it right! I thought I was packing light! Obviously not- so we had just a few
hours to fix the problem. My mother and my sister and I got to work. We laid
out everything and started to eliminate. While I hated this process, I can
easily say that we had really good time together doing this. And I couldn’t
have done this without them. Packers tip: do what you can, but always phone a
friend. I did what I could, but I needed them to push me the rest of the way.
By the time we were done, my check bag weighed 50lbs, my
carry on weighed 35-40lbs (whoops) and my personal item was much heavier than I
would have liked, but I decided it was enough.
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