Back and forth.

I hate packing. Everything about it.
I hate the worrying the whole while that I'm forgetting something,
something incredibly important that'll cost you something for forgetting it.
I hate the feeling of breaking routine and entering a new place and a world
unlike the one I'm use to and having to get use to the new routine,
only to return back to the old ones just days later.
I hate having to break off plans or put things aside until I get back
from where ever it may be that I'm going to.
I hate not knowing exactly what it is that I'll be doing when I get
to this place, and not sure if I should bring my book or the swimsuit
and unsure of how much time I'll be allowed to myself.

But above all else,
I hate having to shove everything into one little space,
and then each day if I want to wear something,
take it out of the bag,
and before coming back,
putting everything back into the bag,
just so I can unpack once I get back to point A.