“Looks like you need a bigger bag,” Mom said with a chuckle.

…it was up to her to decide if she wanted to take everything she needed and be seen with the dorky-looking bag or take fewer clothes in the cool-looking bag.”

I dont normally hate packing but I do right now. Its not really the matter of whether what someone else might think of my bag, but the bag is the issue. As much as I travel, I have never had more than say a duffle bag or back pack when it comes to packing bag needs. If I ever signed up for the Amazing Race, I have one those cross-country backpacks ready to go. But when it comes to a good solid airplane type bag, I come up short. Seems to me I learned somewhere along the way that you register when you get married for luggage-sets. Its not a single gals item to buy. To stick to this rule I borrow bigger bags when needed or take my parents carry on size. That was my first pick, the nice solid carry on luggage. I start packing and I’m running out of room quickly. Shoot. I ask my mom what should I do and she reminds me of my big duffle bag with wheels at one end. I wrinkle my nose up. Its not ugly, its black and nice looking, for a duffle bag. Its just doesn’t compartmentalize (thats a good ten dollar word right there) the way I want it to. I lay them out side by side on my bed. Nice looking bag much smaller than big duffle bag. More clothes but more likely for mess of clothes. Less clothes but neat and organized. If this is the worse of my problems then I’m in pretty good shape, I know. I don’t need any of you shaking your heads at me because I’m a girl and my packing needs are not being met. I understand this isn’t the end of the world, but it is frustrating. I just want to be clear on the fact I know its not a huge deal. I like to pack a lot, getting things ready, all amounts to planning in a scene. I like to plan. This is a foil in my plan. Stupid bag.