I love to travel.
I love searching for deals on flights and rental cars.
I love getting organized.
I love packing (I start about a week before the trip. I lay out all sorts of options, and then, over the course of the week, I cull and change, and make final decisions about what will go and what will stay.).
I love figuring out who will watch the dog, and making contingency plans (If it snows, do I have someone to plow the driveway? If it gets really cold, do we have enough heating oil? If the dog sitter can’t get here, do I have a backup?).
I love getting the house clean and organized, cleaning out the refrigerator, taking out the garbage, running and putting away the last load of dishes and laundry.
But what I love most of all is when all of the organizing and preparing comes to an end, and I’m on the plane, heading off to a new adventure. I only have a few more hours to wait, and then I’ll be on my way!