packing and playing and procrastinating (with alliteration, nonetheless!)

It's been one of those weeks- filled with love and reiki and way too much ice cream.  I know this because my heart is full and fluttery, and my freezer is empty, and I have a yummy buzzy feeling that compels me to eat like a linebacker which can only translate to a lot of energy flowing and a lot of processing taking place (hence massive ice cream consumption).

I leave in the morning for Portland.  I'm so excited- I feel like a grown up.  Travelling to a new city, unaccompanied (well, at least until I get there and the lovely Caedmon can whisk my under his wing and tour me about town!) but really, very grown up, indeed.  Who needs escorts?  Or chaperones?  Really?  Well, I probably do, actually, which is why Le Caedmonstere is stepping up to bat.  Without even officially knowing me, he knows me oh-so-well.  Hugs are highly anticipated at this point.  As is a nap.

Apprehension set in last night- the "what are you doing?!" kind that creeps up out of no where when you know you've packed too many shoes and are compelled to bring yet another pair, just in case you wear that outfit that you didn't really need to pack, either.  I am lucky I have small clothes.  I can easily pack 2-3 times as much as a man in the same space and be able to bat my lashes and say "what?  I barely brought a *thing*, my bag is FAR tinier than yours could ever be... who cares if it weighs a ton?"  But again, no escort this time, so I'll actually have to lug my own bags, seeing as there's some silly "rule" about not asking strangers to do that for you at the airport.  Chivalry is SO out the window when you're in a terminal-- I've found it's every man (and petite, overladen woman) for himself.  Maybe I should actually lift my bags and see what I've gotten myself into.  Or not.  Seems like it'll make for a far more playful blog entry when I return if at least ONE thing goes wrong, right?  Damsel in distress, anyone?  Hmm... feeling one of those "life metaphors" coming along... baggage, carrying around too much stuff, wanting someone else to carry the burden.... I need to repack and rethink this whole thing.  Damn it.  When did vacationing become so exhausting?