It's 6:26 A.M.

And I'm sitting in D.I.A. with an hour until my flight.

Welcome to morning travel.

Do I Really Need All This?

Every time I pack for somewhere, I'm astonished at how much shit I pack.

Really? A five day trip, and I fill a backpack to bursting? Really?

It's great that I'm avoiding checking my luggage, but I have a feeling that my shoulders are now going to pay for it.

Hey, I could just consider it conditioning for school. Ugh... school... shudder.

I have so many little tiny bottles and travel sizes of things that I can fill a whole storage size ziploc with only the liquids.

I have another little bag for the non-liquids.

And another little bag for my makeup.

Three pairs of shoes. Seven shirts.

Why do I need all of this shit?

Apparently, because I'm a girl. And it's necessary.