I love to travel. I hate to pack and unpack. It feels that I've spent most of my life packing or unpacking a suitcase.
My parents separated when I was young, so I went back and forth between them. I left a lot of items at my dad's, but not clothes. I'd pack Friday evening, unpack Friday evening, repack on Sunday and unpack again Sunday. Twice a month.
Through high school and cégep, I packed and unpacked to go to dad's, to work (where I often would spend the weekend), to travel.
In university and college, I'd pack and unpack to visit my folks and my friends. Same thing since I started to work full-time.
Then I started to travel again.
Pack. Unpack. Repack. Reunpack.
I always check my packing list, but it's a crutch. I don't need one, just reminders of unusual items I need to bring.
It will be so nice to have a house on wheels, to be at home wherever I go, to put away the suitcase and bags for a while, to spend more time seeing and doing than sitting on a suitcase filled with all the stuff I might or might not need for the traveling I'm doing while praying that it'll zip shut without bursting.
Tired of packing, but oh-so-not tired of traveling.
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I've never minded the packing. It's so exciting to plan for things to come...it's the unpacking and cleaning after the return that I could do without. Lucky for us we will be busy restoring our house for the next several (decades) years and I won't have time to even think about travel. Wait a minute, that means no vacation for a looooooong time - Maybe we didn't think this purchase out too entirely! I guess I'll have to live vicariously through those lucky enough to travel and kind enough to share their happenings.
Thanks for stopping in!
I've come to accept that I can't have both--the fixer upper and the traveling, so I picked the one I need the most. What can I say, I need to see new things.
I can't wait to see the results of all the hard work you'll be putting into your house!
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