With two weeks until I depart for eight weeks abroad, what am doing to prepare? Very little, to be honest.
- I’m still cleaning. I want to come home after my holidays to a home that is unrecognizably clean.
- Using up food. I’m planning all of my meals and menus around the perishable food items I have around the house. I’m also keeping an eye on grocery store flyers to see what frozen foods they’ve got on sale. I like to have one or two days of meals in the freezer when I return. I could just freeze extra portions of meals I’m making anyways, but I like to reward myself with frozen pizza each time I return home alive.
- Thinking about laundry. We haven’t really had summer weather here yet, so I haven’t worn many of the summer outfits I’ll be bringing with me. So, I’m pulling out all the clothes I might want to bring, washing them to freshen them up, and checking to see if anything needs mending.
- Cleaning my backpack. I’ve heard it’s not good to submerge internal frame backpacks, so I carefully sponge-bathed my beloved backpack inside and out. Good practice for when I marry an ailing millionaire octogenarian.
- Sorting out money. Last week I opened a second bank account, and now I’m setting up the online banking, linking the two accounts in case I need to transfer money around, and calling all my banks so they know to expect transactions from foreign countries.
- Reassuring my parents. I’ve emailed them a copy of my flights, copies of my passport, copies of my ATM and credit cards, and a copy of my health insurance policy. They would really prefer an hour-by-hour itinerary but since I haven’t actually booked a single thing beyond my incoming and outgoing flights, that won’t be possible!
- Feigning interest in other people’s holiday plans. Oh, you’re going to your cabin at the lake? How nice. Las Vegas? What a once-in-a-lifetime adventure. Disneyland? Oh, you dare-devil, you!