Packing is seldom fun. It should be an event filled with great anticipation, but the stress of forgetting something usually ruins that.
K is getting ready for a trip to Polska, leaving tomorrow. I tell her, “Except for the moonshine, there is nothing you’re taking that can’t be replaced in Poland should you lose it or forget it.” And as for the shine — bought in a liquor store with an official seal, it can hardly be called shine, so even losing that’s no big loss.
“How I dislike packing,” she says. “How I used to like packing when I was younger. It was a sign of adventure. Now, it’s just trouble.”