There is always a sadness about packing. I guess you wonder if where you're going is as good as where you've been.
I'm fifty-one years old, but I'm not through yet. I have lived a full life, and intend packing in quite a lot more.
Packing is always a nightmare.
Packing is my pet hate.
If I'd known how much packing I'd have to do, I'd have run again.
I'd really like to get on a Greyhound bus and go backpacking across America.
I'm always identifying some fallacy in my own life. I'm sort of making fun of myself by exploring and unpacking just why I'm sort of automatically thrown to be a certain way.
Unpacking books is a revelatory activity.
You see that who you are isn't moving in time. Time is describing the incarnations, the packing changes.
I can't stand unpacking.
I see myself being married to my girlfriend and backpacking all over the world. If I can go out and do a 15-mile hike and climb a 12,000-ft. peak, I'm good to go.
Wanting to be near my bread and butter business which was my hairstyling salon, I have done little touring during my lifetime. I hate all this moving around from hotel to hotel, packing and unpacking. I know many entertainers agree with me on this subject.
I'm Catholic. My mother and I were unpacking and she found my diaphragm. I had to tell her it was a bathing cap for my cat.
It was great growing up a nomad. To this day I still love hiking and back packing.
We did have one work where it looked like the fibreglass was discolouring, but it turned out it was reacting to the foam it was packed against in storage. We repaired it and sent it back with better packing.
I have always been a nomad and I have mastered the art of packing! I always say: pack lightly, live lightly.
Packing is chiefly planning -- if it is
just in case" is the curse of packing
