What I regret packing for Australia
Adventure, travelling to uncharted lands, exotic places, wanderlust. This is all fun and games until you have to pack.
I personally struggle with packing, I’ve disclosed my fear and hatred for suitcases many times on this blog and nothing has changed.
That’s a lie, I am getting really good at packing for overnight stays.
That's another lie. It is still extremely stressful and anxiety inducing.
Next month I will be going back to Italy for a short holiday. Not exactly uncharted territory, but I am already compiling a mental list of what’s in my Aussie wardrobe and should make it to my luggage.
By now, I have accepted that my fashion sense has changed and that my work attire and fee-time attire are actually two different styles. So, I won’t bring much with me going back home, especially considering I have a closet full of clothes that I would still been wearing, have I never left that phase of my life.
I feel like I'll be taking a geographical vacation and a chronological one too. Watch me wear Marilyn Manson XL t-shirts for a month!
Four years ago, my packing process was quite easy: pack things that are 'comfortably me' (aka fear-of-change) and things that are 'who I want to be' (aka wishful-thinking).
Spoiler alert! The fancy instagrammable life of my dreams still hasn't happened. Hold my embroidered sunhat, we need to discuss.
At this point, that pile of wishful-thoughts and fear-of-change consists of:
ONE pair of shoes
THREE pairs of shorts
TWO sweaters
ONE dress
TWO statement belts
TWO skirts
ONE makeup palette
They sit in a dark corner of my closet, lost in time and space, torn between the life I had back home and the life I was imagining for myself in Australia. It goes without saying that I’ve used them perhaps once.
More like never.
I am purposefully leaving out the but-it’s-because-they-are-for-special-occasions outfits. Fancy skirts, graduation dresses, job interview suits, etc. Worn once but it's because they are for special occasions.
It almost feels like this trip back home could be the final goodbye to the life I was living as a carefree student, and to the insta life I was picturing for myself.
It won't be a sad and teary goodbye.
Some of that stuff is looking a bit old and ill-fitting at this point. If I’ll ever feel the need to wear shorts I could easily get a pair that belong to this decade.
Self burn! Ouch
Honestly, I could have gotten much more carried away and brought more from Italy under the umbrella label: 'fear-of-change'. After all, a handful of shorts and sweaters that have been a staple in my Italian student-style for decades it's a legitimate miscalculation.
And, to this day, I strongly believe I could rock those shoes and belts. The fact that I never once had the chance to wear them doesn't mean that they're not the right items for me, it just indicates my stubborn ineptitude to plan social events.
Should I give them another chance, or bring them back to Italy to be abandoned forever?
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I personally struggle with packing, I’ve disclosed my fear and hatred for suitcases many times on this blog and nothing has changed.
That’s a lie, I am getting really good at packing for overnight stays.
That's another lie. It is still extremely stressful and anxiety inducing.
Next month I will be going back to Italy for a short holiday. Not exactly uncharted territory, but I am already compiling a mental list of what’s in my Aussie wardrobe and should make it to my luggage.
By now, I have accepted that my fashion sense has changed and that my work attire and fee-time attire are actually two different styles. So, I won’t bring much with me going back home, especially considering I have a closet full of clothes that I would still been wearing, have I never left that phase of my life.
I feel like I'll be taking a geographical vacation and a chronological one too. Watch me wear Marilyn Manson XL t-shirts for a month!
Four years ago, my packing process was quite easy: pack things that are 'comfortably me' (aka fear-of-change) and things that are 'who I want to be' (aka wishful-thinking).
Spoiler alert! The fancy instagrammable life of my dreams still hasn't happened. Hold my embroidered sunhat, we need to discuss.
At this point, that pile of wishful-thoughts and fear-of-change consists of:
ONE pair of shoes
THREE pairs of shorts
TWO sweaters
ONE dress
TWO statement belts
TWO skirts
ONE makeup palette
They sit in a dark corner of my closet, lost in time and space, torn between the life I had back home and the life I was imagining for myself in Australia. It goes without saying that I’ve used them perhaps once.
More like never.
I am purposefully leaving out the but-it’s-because-they-are-for-special-occasions outfits. Fancy skirts, graduation dresses, job interview suits, etc. Worn once but it's because they are for special occasions.
It almost feels like this trip back home could be the final goodbye to the life I was living as a carefree student, and to the insta life I was picturing for myself.
It won't be a sad and teary goodbye.
Some of that stuff is looking a bit old and ill-fitting at this point. If I’ll ever feel the need to wear shorts I could easily get a pair that belong to this decade.
Self burn! Ouch
Honestly, I could have gotten much more carried away and brought more from Italy under the umbrella label: 'fear-of-change'. After all, a handful of shorts and sweaters that have been a staple in my Italian student-style for decades it's a legitimate miscalculation.
And, to this day, I strongly believe I could rock those shoes and belts. The fact that I never once had the chance to wear them doesn't mean that they're not the right items for me, it just indicates my stubborn ineptitude to plan social events.
Should I give them another chance, or bring them back to Italy to be abandoned forever?
Image: via
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