I think my all-time favorite movie would have to be Home Alone. If not for the simple reason that my family once watched it 6 times in a row (we're talking play, rewind, play, rewind, etc.) in the "big van" on our 1,500-mile summer vacation out west, then it's because, at any given moment, my siblings might work a line from the 90s film into conversation--and if you can't pick up on that and finish the scene's dialogue, well, then you just don't really belong in this family at all.
One of the best lines from this movie is when Kevin is complaining that he can't pack his own suitcase for their trip to France, and his sister tells him that he's, "what the French call, l'incompetent!" Ouch. I really wanted to slap his sister in that moment--mostly because of her ugly sweater-turtleneck combo (OK, it was the 90s, so it's forgiven), but also because packing is hard. It's almost impossible not to overpack. There's so much to consider. And inevitably, you forget a key item or hate everything you packed and end up wearing the same dirty, wrinkled mess day in and day out.
I am determined to pack efficiently for my trip to France, which starts in just 2.5 days. I've got it all laid out, and I'm counting each piece so that the number of outfits does not go over 20 (for 11 days, I think that's plenty modest), and no more than 5 pairs of shoes. After I came back from Australia, I spoke to the next group of Mizzou students going abroad to study about, amongst other topics, what to pack. I felt pretty special when I had a room of about 300 people laughing at my response, "Coming from the girl who packed 11 pairs of shoes, don't do that." I am also the girl who, after arriving back in America from 14 months in Asia, had to wear a sweater, blazer, winter coat, infinity scarf, and 5 Vietnamese conical hats in order to make her carry-on bag clear security (after being rejected once, and of course, having an emotional meltdown). I've been guilty of overpacking on numerous occasions, but I just can't help it. Maybe I shouldn't be so worried about what I look like and focus more on how l'incompetent I'm going to sound trying to swoon French boys. I kid.
xx
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One of the best lines from this movie is when Kevin is complaining that he can't pack his own suitcase for their trip to France, and his sister tells him that he's, "what the French call, l'incompetent!" Ouch. I really wanted to slap his sister in that moment--mostly because of her ugly sweater-turtleneck combo (OK, it was the 90s, so it's forgiven), but also because packing is hard. It's almost impossible not to overpack. There's so much to consider. And inevitably, you forget a key item or hate everything you packed and end up wearing the same dirty, wrinkled mess day in and day out.
I am determined to pack efficiently for my trip to France, which starts in just 2.5 days. I've got it all laid out, and I'm counting each piece so that the number of outfits does not go over 20 (for 11 days, I think that's plenty modest), and no more than 5 pairs of shoes. After I came back from Australia, I spoke to the next group of Mizzou students going abroad to study about, amongst other topics, what to pack. I felt pretty special when I had a room of about 300 people laughing at my response, "Coming from the girl who packed 11 pairs of shoes, don't do that." I am also the girl who, after arriving back in America from 14 months in Asia, had to wear a sweater, blazer, winter coat, infinity scarf, and 5 Vietnamese conical hats in order to make her carry-on bag clear security (after being rejected once, and of course, having an emotional meltdown). I've been guilty of overpacking on numerous occasions, but I just can't help it. Maybe I shouldn't be so worried about what I look like and focus more on how l'incompetent I'm going to sound trying to swoon French boys. I kid.
xx
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