I’m up,
packed and ready to take the long trek to the airport and then whoosh, landing
in Kitchener, Ontario for a week of fun and games with my sister! For the first time in my life I packed at the
last minute but definitely not lighter than at any other time in my travelling
career.
I am not sure what compels a woman to
pack her life in her suitcase but I have yet to meet the woman who doesn’t
overpack. In our hearts we know we are
going to be wearing our favorite jeans and rattiest t-shirt (well perhaps a
nicer t-shirt) and it’s almost certain we will not don a dress or the high
heels that are squeezed into the corners of the luggage. But we do it anyway. I think perhaps we expect our little
adventure to turn into a romantic comedy, you know, like Meg Ryan in “French
Kiss”. Oh yeah, to be swept into
vineyards with a romantic care-for-nobody like Kevin Klein . . . ok, ok, I am stretching it a
little. How about that gorgeous hunk of
yore, William Smith? Ah huh.
The exciting thing about a vacation,
however, is what YOU make of it. In the
end, I am never disappointed because I have a great sense of humour and can
make a story out of anything. Or so I
fondly remind myself. And so I pack the
jewelry, the evening bag, the heels and the glitz because somewhere out there,
there is a story that’s going to be told, if not lived.
Harlequin Romance, here I come!
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