It's clearly time to start a blog post.
My clothes-suitcase is pretty much packed and isn't a problem. As usual, it's the "carry-on" bag that is wreaking havoc with my ability to go to bed at a decent hour. Growing up, we always travelled by car and as an only child, I had sole possession of the back seat (until, that is, we got my dog Ty-grrr – my father's spelling; leave me out of it). Since both sets of grandparents lived within a two-hour drive from home, I was pretty much left to my own devices to provide my own entertainment during these road trips. I distinctly remember my Merlin and Mattel Electronic Football making their way into many a backpack over the years.
However, I would often get bored after 15-20 minutes and have to switch off to something else for amusement. Word search, whatever Scholastic book I'd conned my parents into buying that month at school and the ever-popular license plate game all made their way into rotation during those hours spent on I-70 or I-71.
The problem is that now I find it virtually impossible to travel without taking everything I own in my carryon. In my mind I still think of it as the "backseat bag" in which I have to have everything I will need for hours of entertainment, even if it is merely a 60-minute flight. Knitting, books, iPod, more knitting…do I know where my PSP charger is? What did I do with my Samurai Sudoku book?
Can't talk, gotta pack!