(Please forgive this wobbly photo. Life has not provided much time for fabulous-photo taking of late.)
I am a nervous Nellie. A worry wart.
The anxious side of my personality comes into play most when I travel-leaving home base opens one up to a plethora of opportunities to drop the ball. A forgotten toothbrush, an unprinted reservation confirmation...currently my largest fear is work-related. In five years, I've never been absent from work for more than a week, I believe, and although I'm not at all important at the agency for which I work, I dread the thought that my absence, or more likely forgetfulness of a little detail, may cause a problem of epic proportions. But I suppose thinking one is important enough to ever do anything "of epic proportions" is a tad narcissistic.
This afternoon I leave town to meet up with the females in my fam for our annual ladies weekend...this is serving as an excellent packing trial run, as I'll return home Sunday night, wash my laundry, refold it, locate any previously forgotten items and throw it all back into my suitcase. I'll snuggle up in bed for a few precious hours and then, at 3am, I'll be greeted by my alarm, telling me that finally, today is the day that I start my trip to Ireland. I cannot wait to hear that alarm.
For now, I find myself in a constant state of "Oh!" as I remember little items- an extra camera battery, my tripod, a journal-that a girl needs on a vacation which takes her across the pond. Most importantly, I've been reminding myself constantly to remember my passport. As long as I have that, I'll make it. Toothbrushes, mascara, flip flops...these things one can purchase internationally.
But the passport? That's the golden ticket.
P.S. My travel companion just texted to say he's onboard his flight out of Baghdad. Apparently leaving Baghdad is a multi-day process...requiring numerous flights and connections. Whew. Thankfully leaving Eau Claire, Wisconsin, proves to be much easier.