Genetically, I came from some part of the human tree that traveled light and moved swiftly. My wife came from a different branch, let's just call it the "Noah Branch" for it involves bringing two of almost everything. I am not sure which is right or wrong but I can tell you that for a two week trip, I can be ready to go in about 40 minutes, tops. Others, not so quickly. My wife is one of those, not so quickly types. Her genetic line made lists and then lists of the lists. I need to slow down and make lists as well but I can't seem to bring myself to do it. For a trip to Tanzania, I need certain drugs, clothes and camera gear. If I am short on clothes? The places we go have sinks, water and soap and I can wash in the evenings, no big deal. Where do I make a list? Camera Gear. That is what seems to me to be my focus, if you will allow that term. Drugs? We need certain things to stay healthy, keep the foreign critters from invading and doing harm so those should be on a list. Back to clothes for a minute; I am quite certain that my shirts and pants do not match; never have; never will. So far, no lion, cheetah, elephant or other wildlife has noticed OR complained. Maybe it is this way with most ladies, but my wife worries about such things. Thankfully she has learned not to point out that my socks are blue and my shoes are brown. She knows it is insignificant to me. The fact that I have socks and shoes on is enough for me. She always looks great, and for that I am glad. In many years of marriage none of her style and attention to detail has rubbed off.
My better half does a superb job of packing, bringing large varieties of stuff in small batch quantities so that they are not noticed until I need something that I forgot. Then there she is, Johnny on the spot, helping me with whatever I left out of my travel gear. I am envious. Will I change? Doubt it. Can I change? Doubt it. You see, I am genetically preprogrammed to not get too carried away with packing. If I had been in charge of packing for the moon landing in 1969, they might have arrived without oxygen or toilet paper or something like that. What's really odd is that admittedly, I am a packrat. I find stuff that people are throwing out and I grab it "just in case". Why doesn't that carry over to travel and packing? I am no psychologist. I have no idea. The two afflictions seem perfectly normal to me and should operate independently of each other. Having a garage or basement full of others castaways seems perfectly normal. Having a list of things to remember for a trip? Well, this may sound odd, but that concept seems almost absurd.
We depart in less than two days. My bag has been closed for two days. My wife's? Maybe things will start going into her bag tonight but probably not finished until late tomorrow.
Thank goodness she covers for my shortcomings...