So, every summer my family and I go to this beach town a few hours away for a week. Our hotel has an indoor pool, waterslides, an outdoor pool, a restaurant, a pizza place next door, and it's on the boardwalk, the closest hotel to the beach. And my favorite part is the little bookstore a few blocks from our hotel. It's full of mostly used books and just smells like books and I adore it. And last year (and probably this year), my sister and brother-in-law join us. Last summer it worked out timing wise, this year they've moved across the country and there now pretty close to the town.
But anyway, we don't leave for two more weeks. Exactly two weeks from today, I'll be packing last minute things and getting ready for a three hour car ride.
The anticipation is killing me.
I've got to sort out work and blog stuff. Make sure something will go up every day I'm gone, any review books for that week are read and ready to go, making sure that everything's handled for the actual work I do and I talk to my boss about it. I may have to set up an automated email because I hate leaving people hanging and REFUSE to sit in the lobby with my laptop and charger every day answering emails because of that.
Then there's the actual packing. What do I want to wear? Are those items clean? Since I know I'll buy a crapload at the bookstore and I'll have my Kindle, how many books should I bring? And WHICH books should I bring? Is my iPod fully updated? Do I need to run to the bookstore or pick up an iTunes giftcard or buy any clothes? Do I need a hat? A sweatjacket? Should I bring a drawstring bag to help me carry home the books since I almost hurt myself last year doing it? Am I really going to want to wear dresses that often? Are pants necessary? What about sunburns? What about clothes I may by there? Should I ask my parents to hand over some of the money we just put in the bank account so I have it available? How many of my six bottles of body spray do I need? And how many of those lotion bottles? How many bottles of aloe/solarcaine/sunblock? I won't use my hair dryer but...should I bring it anyway since you never know?
My mom's added extra stress but saying she'd like to eat in more. So now I also have to worry about making sure I have enough of the foods I want. But what do I really want to bring? What kind of stuff did the kitchen already have? What meals are we talking about? How many bags of chips and tubs of salsa will I go through? How many pasta portions will I need?
There's just all these little things that I freak over. I'm already planning on asking to go to a bookstore this weekend to pick up some books and/or a Barnes and Noble gift card because there are some books I want to have for vacation (assuming I don't read them before that) as well as an iTunes gift card in case the $12 I have left on my account aren't enough for a proper update (it won't be). I know I'm going to the mall next week and need to make a list of things that must be picked up while I'm there.
I just...I really want to be there already. I want to go to my little bookstore on the first day and stock up. I'm hoping they'll have some Patricia Cabot novels since they're pretty much out of print and can only be gotten used. I'm also hoping they'll have some awesome, older YA. I want to go to Stewart's and have an Orange and Cream. I want to play Ski Ball. I want to boogie board. I want to build my epic sandcastles with moats. I want to swim in the ocean and go down a water slide. I want to go and get the new necklaces to replace the ones from last summer that broke. I want to walk the boardwalk because I can walk up and down that mile stretch in flip flops without my feet hurting. I want to spend time with my family in the place where we're the happiest.
But until then, I have to deal with my neurotic anxieties.