on the way!

tomorrow, dom and i hop a plane and decamp once more for the great state of brooklyn. i am thrilled, quite frankly, absolutely over the moon to be heading home. i am mildly apprehensive, however, because there is one thing* that stands in the way of us and a triumphant return: packing. this unnerves me. somewhere along the line this summer, i went from a champion packer to a complete lunatic who doesn't have the faintest idea what to throw in a suitcase.

case in point: the evening of our wedding, we decamped to a hotel for a couple of days, to decompress, have a nice dinner, just relax. what did i forget? clothes, other than a pair of jeans. makeup. a hairbrush. i remembered my toothbrush, but only just.

case in point: when we left for our honeymoon, we wanted to make sure we remembered two things: the ipod charger and the guidebooks. and what did we forget? oh yes.

i don't really understand what happened. is it a manifestation of my growing anxiety regarding flying in general? is it an embodiment of a deep-seated fear of change? or am i just flaky?

*actually, there are two things, the other of which i would rather not talk about, because it might actually make me cry.