Well, it’s the day before I leave for one year in Australia
and I haven’t packed a thing yet. Then again, that’s how I expect much of this adventure
to progress, with few preparations and much spontaneity. It seems more
important to spend this precious time with family and friends. At worst, we can
always just throw some clothes in a bag and hope for the best. It turns out
that is exactly what happened.
After drinks with friends on Wednesday, we were too tired to
do any packing and passed out instead. I woke up at 6am on Thursday to finish
up my travel design portfolio, print a stack of resumes, and pack everything I
might need to survive in Australia for 360 days and four seasons. At 10am, I
still haven’t started packing, but all the clothes I own are in neat, tidy
piles spread across my parent’s living room floor.
Thank god I already sorted through my shoes because, as a
shoe girl, that is the hardest part about packing for this trip. Here’s the
final head count:
one pair of cute Michael Kors strappy pumps
my favorite wedge sandals
one pair of ballet flats for waitressing
three pairs of staple flip flops
two pairs of trendy flat sandals
Not too bad, right? I honestly couldn’t survive with less.
And I even forgot my espadrilles :p At literally the last minute (noon, when we were
supposed to leave for the airport), everything was shoved into a backpacker
pack and a medium-sized roller suitcase each, plus a big carry-on, and a prayer
that our bags wouldn’t break the scales at the airport.
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