… with a neurotic traveler.
I tend to do several neurotic things when I’m about to travel. 1. buy new clothes to travel in 2. buy new bag to put new clothes in 3. pack and unpack bag countless times
I used to bring too much stuff, but I’m over that. I’ve traveled a lot, I suppose, and I’ve learnt to travel light. These days I tend to bring too few clothes. But that doesn’t matter, because my philosophy is: ‘more reason to shop on location!’
So I got a nice navy V-neck cotton sweater. Ideal for summer evenings on the quay. And a pair of very thin light greenish khaki workers. I’ve been breaking in my new hiking boots (Nike… terribly un-p.c.!).
I have so many travel bags… but trust me, I did check out the on sale backpacks at ‘America Today’. Fortunately, my wiser self managed to strangle my neurotic ‘I need bag’ self.
I haven’t started packing my bag yet. But I did pick it up from behind the sofa and flung some clean underwear in it.
Am I the only neurotic traveler?
‘You look really tired,’ someone said to me yesterday. And I probably did. I don’t sleep much, 5 maybe 6 hours a night. Yesterday evening I got home with a headache, finished my sushi dinner quickly while watching Father Ted, fell asleep around 9 and slept for 9 hours. I guess I needed that.
Busy weekend ahead:
Party tonight in Amsterdam for W’s birthday. ( I got her Bridget Jones’s Diary – hope she laughs as much as I did reading it. Any woman should get it, it gently takes the mickey out of all us 30- somethings. )
Then on Sunday I am accompanying my parents to the author’s dinner at a book festival in Deventer. My dad’s been invited and he is also covering the event in his magazine. I’m to take pictures for publication. It will be nice to be able to hide behind the camera.