Confessions of a packer I am a horrible packer. Like, the worst ever. I claim I am good, nay, great, at packing, but that is because I can manage to squeeze the most amount of crap possible into a backpack, each garment carefully and strategically rolled tight, sit on it, forcefully zip it, and thenContinue reading “What to pack for a month in Europe”
Tonight I am packing boxes. Big, monster wardrobe boxes. I don’t like packing. At all.
And this time, it’s gross.