I have uncharacteristically poor time management when it comes to airport departures. Every. single. time. The morning of most recent departure for Melbourne was a case in point. I suddenly found myself unpacking everything, swapping bags and packing extra bags (still unsure quite how I accumulated a whole extra suitcase worth of stuff during my summer at home), visiting the bank, getting stuck in traffic attempting to buy sushi (for the trip, you know!), frantically copying down a few recipes to try, bubble wrapping extra plates for the trip back and generally being fairly disorganised. I’m not usually that way. Really, I’m a planner: a monthly plan, a weekly plan, calendars synced up on my phone and computer, an ongoing, ticked off to-do list. It just all repeatedly fails when it comes to packing.
Leaving for Cuba was another scramble. Photographs the previous day of a new pomegranate meringue recipe, decked out with strawberry sorbet and lashings of mascarpone cream, had not worked out. I was mostly packed – the sort where everything is within (or at least in the close vicinity) of your suitcase – so figured there was surely room for another try. Nope. It yielded yet more unsatisfactory photographs, a bit of a mess and a stressed rush around the house collecting chargers. By the time we were in the airport taxi, no one was positive that the bottom door of the house was locked, or certain the freezer had been extra firmly shut when that melty sorbet was abandoned. I mean, I was fairly sure. But when you start questioning it … well, you’d ideally like 100% sure when you’re not back for a month. That kind of doubt eats at you. We had a neighbour pop around in the end.
In future, the aim is to be completely, suitcase shut kind of packed the night before. Anyone have any other solutions?