Packing woes, "how much winter clothing can I fit into three suitcases" edition

Had a lovely weekend out drinking with friends; we went to Wisdom, the bar in DC that looks like an opium den. We got ourselves all gothed up for the occasion (and apparently blended in with the scenery so well that the waiter forgot our existence, grrr). Much fun was had by all.

Sunday I went down to North Carolina to see my brother off to school; I was down with this, even if it was a five-hour drive, but I totally had not signed up for staying there overnight, hanging around all morning, and getting back home at 6:30pm AFTER the FedEx guy had twice tried and twice failed to drop off my repaired computer to an empty house. KL;JASDFSDF I WANT MY COMPUTER BACK. Also lost a day of packing. But at least we got Steak n Shake in Greensboro.

And now I have to remind myself that I am going to spend a year in a city where even in January it hardly ever stays below freezing long enough for any bodies of water to freeze over, and therefore I do not need to pack two wool skirts, a coat, two light jackets, and a heavy shawl. These things are all integral to me surviving winter in Massachusetts, but in Paris they will be overkill unless I decide to spend my winter holidays in, say, Prague. (The wool stockings are probably unnecessary too but they don't take up as much space as the skirts and shawl, so I'll most likely end up packing them.)

Really I think I'm just so tired of swatting mosquitoes and feeling like it's a steam bath outside that I'm having glorious fantasies of ice-skating and snow and huge twirly wool skirts and scarves. I'm sure it will subside as soon as I get away from Washington DC.

Packing woes, "how much winter clothing can I fit into three suitcases" edition

Had a lovely weekend out drinking with friends; we went to Wisdom, the bar in DC that looks like an opium den. We got ourselves all gothed up for the occasion (and apparently blended in with the scenery so well that the waiter forgot our existence, grrr). Much fun was had by all.

Sunday I went down to North Carolina to see my brother off to school; I was down with this, even if it was a five-hour drive, but I totally had not signed up for staying there overnight, hanging around all morning, and getting back home at 6:30pm AFTER the FedEx guy had twice tried and twice failed to drop off my repaired computer to an empty house. KL;JASDFSDF I WANT MY COMPUTER BACK. Also lost a day of packing. But at least we got Steak n Shake in Greensboro.

And now I have to remind myself that I am going to spend a year in a city where even in January it hardly ever stays below freezing long enough for any bodies of water to freeze over, and therefore I do not need to pack two wool skirts, a coat, two light jackets, and a heavy shawl. These things are all integral to me surviving winter in Massachusetts, but in Paris they will be overkill unless I decide to spend my winter holidays in, say, Prague. (The wool stockings are probably unnecessary too but they don't take up as much space as the skirts and shawl, so I'll most likely end up packing them.)

Really I think I'm just so tired of swatting mosquitoes and feeling like it's a steam bath outside that I'm having glorious fantasies of ice-skating and snow and huge twirly wool skirts and scarves. I'm sure it will subside as soon as I get away from Washington DC.