Suitcases and travel size zhampoo

Today was a day of meticulous organizing, hasty tossing and errands. There is still more packing to complete for tomorrow, but with three suitcases, a backpack and a pile of extraneous necessities I can't be too disappointed with my progress. Everything is so bittersweet. Going to new places is what I always want to do, but leaving some of my favorites behind is never what I prefer. Packing serves as a wonderful distraction though to clear the mind. So much thought about what shoes will make the cut overrides the pain of an achy heart if only for a while. If only my Skype account would work just right. Being able to see a person is just brilliant compared to hearing only a voice and choppy images and dropped calls don't really suffice. While still home, I hope to make the best of it. Mom says she will make anything I want for dinner tomorrow, and of all the wonderful things she makes, I still sort of just want her to make pancakes. It isn't like pancakes are the most wonderful food or anything, they just make me feel good inside, like how a Saturday morning with the family feels good inside. Perhaps it is some sort of Pavlovian response I have to pancake batter. Bisquick = Happy family thoughts. Perhaps not. That theory will never get published anyhow.