If only I were Mary Poppins…

If only I were Mary Poppins…

Ready or not, here I come! Plane tickets: check. Cat-sitter: check. Gas cut off: check. Neighbors informed of our departure: check. The only thing left to do: close my luggage! Because if it’s easy for Darling to close his with 3 boxers and 2 pairs of socks, it’s a totally different story for my little self.

valises 1Well, little…
I’m kind of tall so it’s not my fault if my clothes take so much space. I envy my collegue’ s luggage, who’s 1m50 and manages to dress up classy wearing Zara Kids! If only I were smaller… And, I need to have the choice once I’m on vacation, just like every woman. I’m not a Barbie, even if Mother Nature made me quite girly. I just like to know that if I’m too warm, too cold or if I just feel like wearing orange instead of blue: I have the choice!

I keep on trying…
I keep on believing I will end up closing my luggage. I put all my heart in it: I fold my clothing, re-fold and even roll them up but it just wouldn’t close! That’s when Darling tells me to take out some cloths. Time just stoped………….
Is he nuts? Does he want me dead? I start justifying every single clothing I have in the suitcase, one by one. The beige top only goes with my brown jeans, which this one accords itself perfectly with my white t-shirt which… Darling stops me. He explains that I should count one clothing a day, the rest is unnecessary- apparently.
Reluctantly, I start counting: we’re leaving for 10 days… So one, two, three, four… But, do I have to count per piece of cloth or per set? He gives my THAT look, I keep counting…

The choice
I would love to have Mary Poppins’ bag. I’d put my whole wardrobe in it and so much more: my whole house even! Just like a little girl from whom was asked to choose between her two favorite dolls, I start choosing between my black and white dress or my turquoise one, between my red t-shirt or my brown cardigan, between my… Too much torture. “Darling, you choose! I can’t anymore“. Of course, he says take this one, I take the other… .2The same for the whole luggage… I would almost cry to think of leaving half of my wardrobe alone in this flat. These shoes needed as much vacation as me…

Once there…
I wasn’t mad against Darling, even though he made me choose, but against the situation. Once at the airport, I felt silly not to think about taking a second suitcase. Ok, not only is it expensive but I’m not Kim Kardashian visiting Paris for three days neither. And after all, Darling was right: not only is it 30° at destination but I haven’t used half of my suitcase…

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