Dreams

So does it count as a reoccurring nightmare if the nightmare occurs three times in the same night? Well the other night I had a dream where I woke up on the morning of my flight and I wasn't packed. I hadn't even started. I think I was confused about the date or something. I was so freaked out. I rushed to the airport in a tizzy with a half-packed bag. But I missed my flight anyway. I woke up a bit frantic. This happened three times.

I guess I've been stressed about packing. I'm actually a little embarrassed about how much I've let the smallest stuff get to me. For instance, I got this new pair of sneakers. I ordered them online. They fit great and they're incredably comfortable. However, the color is a little lighter than I expected. It's really no big deal. But I got myself all worked up thinking I'll be the dorky American spotted a mile away in white shoes. I'm lame. I know. I scuffed them up a bit, and they're much better now.

All the new liquid travel rules have been a bit of a challenge, too. See, I'm trying not to check a bag. I'm just taking one backpack with a detachable day pack. And packing it is no problem. It's the one quart-sized bag with 3 oz or less that's giving me issues. I had no idea how many liquids, gels and lotions I use on a daily basis. Let alone three months. But after a bit of research and advice, I got some great travel products. Paper shampoo, paper laundry soap and paper hand soap. It's pretty cool. I'll be washing my hair with a piece of paper that looks a little bit like one of those Listerine breath strips. I haven't tried them yet. I'd better do that tomorrow. Check out flight001.com for the cool stuff.

Well anyway, I did a packing test run and it looks like everything will fit. Even the liquids. And I won't look like a dork. At least not any more than I do every day at home. I feel much better. No more nightmares. Last night Vinny Chase gave me a back massage. I should watch Entourage every night before bed.

Well, I moved.

Here's my new place. Cozy, don't you think? That's where all my stuff will live for the next few months. Can't wait to see where it'll be unloaded. Your guess is as good as mine.

So I left Atlanta for the second time. I was ready, but it still makes me sad. I love the city. And all the people in it. But I'll be back to visit. And who knows, maybe someday I'll move back for a third time. You never know. I certainly don't have a master plan. Maybe one of these days I'll map one out. But probably not.

The last couple weeks have been all about moving. I moved into a POD and then I drove down to Baton Rouge to help I my sister and her new fiancé, Alex move into their new home. So needless to say there's been a lot of lifting, cleaning, painting and sweating. But we did manage to squeeze in a bit of delicious fun at the New Orleans' landmark, Café Du Monde. Pretty yummy.


So now it's back to trip planning. I leave a week from Saturday. But really, I've given up on planning. I'm just going to show up. I'll figure it all out when I get there. I mean, what's the worst that could happen?
Please don't answer that.