I started packing with all the best intentions. I carefully rolled up my jeans and and folded my t-shirts. I added gym shorts and socks. And then it all went to hell.
I chucked presents -- a bag of coffee, a tin of tea, chocolate bars, and coffee cake -- in my suitcase. I dropped my yoga mat nearby and hoped I'd remember it. After an hour at the gym, I slipped off my sneakers and threw them across the room towards my suitcase... and I don't really have good aim.
When my cab arrived and it was time to leave for the airport, I almost walked out of my apartment without my suitcase.
It doesn't really matter though. Because I've slipped away for a few days. Because I'm somewhere where I can wear a t-shirt and flip flops. Because I'll recharge and relax, just in time for that crazy rush of life that happens between Thanksgiving and Christmas.
I'll just work around the fact that I forgot my hair brush.