We are here. A little worse for wear, of course, wrinkled and jet lagged, but we made it. When we traveled in 2005, the Husband and I brought one medium-sized rolling suitcase and one backpack each. I knew exactly where I packed everything, and had almost all of what we needed. We laughed our way through Beijing, Nanchang and Guangzhou as we watched the L Family lug suitcase after suitcase. I swear they packed their whole house. (Seriously, y’all. We teased them mercilessly.)
And this trip?
Y’all, WE are the L family.
It’s humbling. And yes, even slightly embarrassing. I don’t know how it happened. I stuck to my list. But the list sort of exploded with our five-year wait. I’m going with the idea that we are trying to blend into our surroundings. We are striving to look like one of those pedicabs. You know the ones I’m talking about – the ones loaded down with the contents of an entire house. I’d share a picture with y’all to provide a visual, but I’m too jet lagged to even go there.
Good thing the beds are so darn comfy here. (Heh.)
The flight went amazing well. The Tongginator was a total trooper, hardly even turning to the iPad for movies and games. Instead she stuck to the basics, reading some, playing Hangman and Tic-Tac-Toe with Daddy, chatting with some of our travelmates who shared the same flight. The repurposed cosmetics bag hanging from the back of the seat worked amazingly well:
(I’m quite proud of myself. Just so you know.)
The Tongginator hardly whined or complained at all. She also didn’t sleep. I think she took two cat naps for less than 45 minutes at a stretch. Which led to a rather interesting last 10 minutes of the flight. You know, because the Tongginator was so overtired and just plain over being on the plane. She threw up. On herself. On me. On our stuff. In the airsickness bag we finally managed to put in front of her.
Good thing we each had a change of clothes in our carry-on. Plus wipes. And trash bags. And a plethora of other Helpful Items.
So… on second thought… maybe I didn’t over-pack after all.
Although my husband’s poor aching back may disagree.