That I am incapable of packing?
I used to leave for two weeks with a gym bag. A month with a small back pack.
Now I'm leaving for around two weeks in France - where lets face it, I can buy toothpaste or a t-shirt if I need them - and having an anxiety attack about it. I no longer pack light. Hell, I pretty much take everything but my bed. What the fuck!!! Get over it.
I just went outside to chillax a bit, It reeks (in a good way) of lilac out there. There's a word in French - embaumer (which also means, ironically, 'to embalm' - lets not go there), but I can't for the life of me find the English equivalent.
OK, back to the suitcase.
Edited to add: Plus. PLUS! Whenever I go on vacation I have to clean. I vacuum, I dust, I put stuff away. Who the hell will see that the dust bunnies have been wrestled into submission? I don't have a problem with breeding dust bunnies when I'm home, why on earth would they bother me when I'm not?
So what did I do yesterday? On top of tearing my hair out packing. I vacuumed, I cleaned, I did a load of laundry. That's just so fucking anal.
But now, I'm done and I will be gone.