Length × width × height = there isn't enough room for Diva's things. I knew we should have traveled by Cargo Ship.

Anyone who is a smart traveler reading this is going to roll their eyes and think I’m a loon. Can’t say I blame you. I think I’m a loon.

Some people are known for their positive attributes and deservedly so. I on the other hand am known for my quirky behavior and I’m embarrassed to say, excessive nature. For example, if I am having a dinner party, regardless of the numbers invited, I cater for the entire street just in case. If someone asks me to buy them a liter (2.11 pints) of milk at the store, I’ll come back with 2, just in case. If I’m traveling overseas and am allowed 1 case, I’ll take two just in case, pardon the pun.

This was inevitable. I have been waiting for it as my clothes have arrived from the four corners of the globe via Australia Post. Every night I wondered if tonight would be the night. The night that Aly says ‘let’s see if your stuff fits in your case?’. It’s a ritual for us whenever we go away. I have been standing there in front of the wardrobe attempting to convince him while trying to bunch my clothes together that of course, these thin, lightweight pieces of material will barely register on the scale. Who am I kidding? Week by week with more additions, Aly’s items have been incrementally pushed down the end of the rod till they’re not even visible anymore. It’s like every time I shut the door and open it again, they’ve reproduced. So to anyone who reads this, please say a prayer for me and my clothes, specifically that they fit in the case. For once I’ve got to be one step ahead of Aly.

Only 11 sleeps to go. Strangely I’m starting to get nervous but I think that has more to do with the flying than anything else. I want the flight without the flying. I want the holiday without leaving the people I love. Oh well, we have to enjoy every moment of it because it will be over in the blink of an eye.

OMG…11 sleeps.