I started packing when I was 11 years old, and I never really stopped.
Ten years later, I’m still going strong. No longer limited to traveling between my parents’ houses, now I pack to go to and from college, short trips to Kansas City, longer trips to Israel, summer internships, and my hastily approaching training session in New York City that starts tomorrow.
You could say I’ve become pretty experienced at this point. Sure, I had a rough start — forgetfulness often ensued in my journeys from Schaumburg to Streamwood as a fourth-grader — and I’m still a compulsive over-packer.
Packing has been a constant
irritant activity in my life. And I like to think I’ve come across some tips as I’ve packed my way through adolescence into adulthood.