packing shmacking

I'm taking a break from packing, the smell of mothballs is making me lightheaded...I've been such a slacker about it but I'm getting there, I'm finally seeing parts of my floor again for the first time in weeks!

I know it seems obvious when you think about it, but it's hard to pack for moving to a place where the climate, culture, and other conditions all are new and unknown. Well not completely unknown, I have been reading up about the country of course and I have packing lists and stuff to go by, but still! I spent five minutes debating over a shirt today--is it modest enough, is it breathable enough, the tag's long gone and I think it might have spandex in it, can it handle washboard washing? Who knows? And really, who cares? (yeah, I know, not you.) If it doesn't work then oh well, it's not like there are no clothes in Guinea, so I need to stop freaking out about stuff like that. But it is keeping me distracted from freaking out about, say, leaving everyone I know and love. Hmmm, where's that shirt again...?

Need some distraction of your own? Pet a llama.