I overpacked, but my luggage is gone anyways.
"I have definitely over packed." The first words that ran through my head while I settled in for my first flight were for the first time not focused on controlling my anxiety. However, my anxiety still arrived. Specifically as I was struggling to clean up the fruit that had spilled into my carry on when I tried to zip it closed and there was no room. The flight to Toronto was turbulent, uncomfortable and frustrating- seeing as I spent the majority of my time thinking about why I packed so much stuff, but it only took me a few minutes once I arrived in Toronto to answer my own question. Generally speaking, I'm a pretty cold person. I know that no matter where I am going and how I am getting there, I will get cold, and I will be grumpy about it. So I patted myself on the back as I pulled up the hood of my bunnyhug, put on my jacket, layed down on my fluffy travel pillow, and draped myself head to toe in my stretchy cardigan. The nap was good, and became even better...