Planned Outtage

We're down the 11th hour over here in my world (is that even a phrase that people say? I have no idea), and the inertia of the past few weeks is about to be turbocharged into craziness. In fact, it's already begun. I've spent the past week (and especially the past couple of days) frantically packing up my life inconveniently into two suitcases. The real drama of packing, though, will come in a week when I return from a quick vacay to wash my last few articles of clothing and stuff them in my already zipper-bursting bags.

Saturday, my two best friends came over. They barely know each other, but we three musketeers had a fantastic (if a little strange) night of dancing out on the town. I love it when my own separate friends who don't know each other become friends. It was our last night together; all three of us are moving out of the DMV and onto new life projects. Regularly scheduled Skype Dates have already been discussed.

G.N.O.

Anyway, I'm leaving early tomorrow morning for E's wedding weekend, which promises to be hectic and wonderful. And the day after her wedding, the plan is to head to the beach for a week. We'll see if it happens. After the beach week, I will be sprinting for a flight to Ireland, and I probably won't be updating you all until I'm landed and calm (which could be a while; as you know, I don't do well on planes. If I don't pass out of a panic attack, I usually get dreadfully ill a few days after landing. Phew!) But you've been duly warned, Mr. Blogger. I will be MIA until further notice!

Happy end of summer to all! And see you in September. ;)

The Packing Post

Ever taken a vacation? Ever flown on an airplane? Ever moved? These are all the kinds of things that require this dreaded action, this bane of our collective existence: packing. Because unless you're Christopher Robin with your little pack on a stick, you've had to pack a suitcase for all three of the situations listed above. And once again, I find myself in the packing dilemma.

I am actually moving to Ireland indefinitely (at least a year or two), so I do need to bring many things with me. But because I am renting and probably moving back to the States eventually,  I don't need to bring everything with me. Where does "many" start and "everything" begin? It's a challenge.

So I thought I'd share some bullet-pointed advice for those of you who find yourself facing the dreaded packing dilemma in the near future. Please pick and choose as you like, but I make no guarantee that this advice will alleviate the pain of packing in any way.

1. Do limit your luggage. This principle is really number one for only one reason: it costs money to bring stuff nowadays. At least they're not charging me for the extra 10 pounds I will be carrying in coats on my person.
2. Do bring only essential clothing and footwear. Phew, there's a lot packed into that pointer! What's essential? Can I bring five pairs of pants? I love shoes! A curling iron is non-essential?? How do I know when to stop? Here's a few little rules of thumb when packing clothing: 
1. Pick a one or two color schemes (depending on the length of your trip) and stick to them. For example, I love blues. So I've got a few tops, a couple of pairs of pants, and a few sweaters that are all interchangeable based on that color scheme. Throw in the odd orange tank top or red dress and you've got a couple of surprises packed as well!
2. Pack according to the weather. If you're going to the Bahamas, you probably won't need anything heavier than a light sweater. But if you're going to the Bahamas in rainy season, you're probably going to want a rain slicker. Check the weather, and bring the essentials. 
3. Shoes. Are always essential. But try to pack one or two pairs that will go with most of your outfits and then one splurge pair that goes with that LBD.

     3.  Don't bring pillows, linens, towels, etc. This one is really just here to stop me from doing it. I'll probably just sleep on a plain mattress for a couple of days until I get over jet-lag enough to get to the store. And I'll probably just use the extra space in my suitcase for shoes. 
     4. Do always bring a book. And keep it easy-access. You never know how long your flight will be delayed.
     5.  Do charge your phone and don't wear strong perfume. No matter how delish you smell, you don't want to trapped with your own afterscent for nine hours. And neither does the person next to you.
     6. Always bring your glasses, and if you can, leave all toiletrees at home. Only bring the utter essentials in the way of toiletrees. The rest you can purchase as needed later. And never forget that the air pressure in an airplane will definitely make your contacts dry up. Keep glasses and a bottle of water for hydration just in case!


Now here's a question. Can I follow my own advice? Hmmmm....

End-less Summer

I know it's only August 10th, but I can feel the cool chill of Autumn creeping up on us. Do you feel it too? *ooooooooo* (That was a wintery whistle blowing on your neck). As with life and all it's incredible weirdness, my summer plans so far haven't turned out as they were planned. As you already know, these major life events did happen: 1) I quit my job; 2) Went to the Catskills with B; 3) Attended (but didn't plan) a family reunion. As you may not know, these major life events did not occur: 1) Major family vacation to visit family; 2) Irish peoples reunion at the beach. The other bucket list events are still up in the air. I've been sad about it, but not seriously upset. Such is life, and this summer has still been a lovely adventure.

There is still lots of time though. So I have some major news for you, my dear little corner of the internet. Firstly, in exactly one week one of my best friends is getting married, and it's definitely blowing my mind. I'm going to pick up my bridesmaid dress from the tailor this morning, and my fingers will be forever cramped from crossing them so hard. Secondly, the lovely ballerinas and I are still planning on heading down to the beach for a week of sun, sand, and shenanigans.

And last but certainly not least, I am [insert a billion conflicting emotional adverbs here] to announce that SEDiva Abroad is heading across the pond once again. Flight's booked, house rented, and I'm moving back to Ireland for a while! Stay tuned!