All this grey-ish weather makes me do is dream about vacay. And vacation involves my least favorite thing to do – packing.
This godawful chore used to require extensive thought, planning and screaming in my house until (about fifteen years ago at the ripe age of 15) I discovered credit cards. Now packing is easy. It is art. It is minimalist.
I take small things. Things that are inspiring and required. Everything else is destination shopping. This only works if you’re traveling with your partner. Traveling with friends is a whole another post. Because there I still scream / plan extensively because shopping at destination with limited time and lots of friends is just not possible.