That’s my response when Kevin objects to the things that I want to pack for our trip. Some things I’ve stood firm on, like the awesome hat-scarf that Kevin’s cousin gave us as a wedding present. I even finally convinced Kevin to take his hat-scarf. I mean, how could you even think about NOT taking it? Firstly, it’s a hat AND a scarf in ONE. Secondly, it has llamas on it. Thirdly, did I mention the llamas? I really think there shouldn’t have been a question in the first place.
But I think Kevin is probably right in principle, and I’m sure when we’re hiking in Nepal I’ll be glad he didn’t let me pack that third short-sleeve shirt (But it’s small! And light! And I love that shirt!) or my Reef flip flops or those dumbbells I got for Christmas last year. I like to think that it’s his concern as my husband that makes him worry about how much I’m going to have to carry on my back, but I know that it’s really just because he wants to make sure that IF he does have to carry both of our packs at some point on the road, he won’t immediately keel over and not be able to get up.
[Aside: how weird is it that I now have a husband? I think I’d prefer to introduce him as just “Kevin” for the rest of my life, or until I get used to “husband,” whichever happens first.]
So as a result of his micromanaging (Hi Kevin! I love you!), we each have plenty of space in our packs, which just means that Kevin is just going to have to discourage me from buying lots of souvenirs. This will be a tricky situation to navigate.
But luckily for me, since Kevin has been busy writing thank you notes all day, I did sneak some things into my pack that he doesn’t know about yet, namely: one half-eaten bag of Herr’s sour cream and onion potato chips (which will be eaten in London), one tiny hematite turtle (Mr. Turtle), and lastly, and I know you will be silently judging me when I tell you this, but it’s ok because I have very little shame – one compact foundation and mirror… The thing is, I’m not normally overly vain, but I don’t have the greatest skin, and I know Kevin is going to take a bazillion pictures a day, some of which will include me, and is it really so awful to want to look nice in pictures? Right. I don’t think so.
Kevin, don’t make me take my foundation out of my pack! It’s small and light! Like me!
[This picture was staged, we’re not actually leaving tomorrow in jeans and no shoes. Though that would be quite adventurous.]
Our final pack weights come up to 23 lbs (Kevin’s) and 16 lbs (mine), which I think is pretty impressive. We do have the smaller packs as well, but I doubt they weigh over five lbs each.
Besides finally packing up our packs, we had to do a bunch of last minute things these past couple of days, like get haircuts, go to the bank, and apply to as many grad schools as possible (just me, not Kevin). The only problem was that some of the applications still aren’t available yet, so we’re actually taking five copies of my transcript with us so we can mail them to schools when we’re on the road. But don’t worry, those transcripts are small! And light! Like me!
Anyway, we’re leaving in less than 12 hours for the airport, but it still feels so totally surreal that we’re actually leaving. We’re leaving. LEAVING. Until NEXT summer.
It’s kind of funny, because I’ve been looking forward to this trip for so long, and now that we’re almost on our way, I almost don’t want to go. I guess it’s part nerves, part not wanting it to start so it can never be over and part not wanting to leave all of our family and friends for so long. What Kevin wrote in his last post is 100% true for me too – I think he said it a lot better than I could, but it was just so amazing to think that all of the people who came to celebrate with us this past weekend loved us enough to travel all the way up to New Jersey (of all places!) to be with us. I love you all. We will send lots and lots of postcards.
See you on the other side of the Atlantic!