Last April when The Husband and I went to Buenos Aires for the weekend, I carried just my favorite backpack. On the way to the airport, the cabbie asked where I was headed, and I told him.
"With just one bag? All the way to Argentina?" I nodded. "If I call my wife will you talk to her? We go anywhere, she take two bags like that, just for the shoes. How many shoes you taking?"
"Just the ones on my feet." He laughed, and I felt good about my ability to travel lightly.
Friday morning we're heading up to New York for the weekend. I've packed* four pairs of shoes. What's happening to me?
*Why do I not start packing until after 10 at night when I am taking an 8 am train? And why do I think, "Hmmm, I am exhausted, still have things to do to get ready, and must get up at 6 tomorrow. This is a great time to go tell the internet about all of this." Must be my excellent organizational skills.