I don't know why I loathe packing. But I do. My mind becomes a perpetual to do list and I feel like I must be prepared for any situation that may come my way. What if there is a cold front in the middle of Brazilian summer? What if I spill feijoada on my favorite shirt? What if I forget my deodorant and they only have weird ones at the market? My mind(and house) are a mess:
What I should be asking myself is "How can I capture the beauty of Brazil on my camera?", "What will it be like to meet some of the most important people in my husbands life?", and "How did I get so lucky?"