You know your shirt is in their somewhere, but is it under that pair of sandels or my extra toothpaste? The end result is an explosion of clothes across my hostel room that even my teenaged-self would consider a little extreme.
The good news is, after I thought of this analogy, I found a delicious burrito in downtown Toronto.
Alls well that ends well I guess. Time to repack!
This is similar to my life here in Glasgow at the Commonwealth Games - dorm like rooms, tight packing. However at my age I shouldn't have to go looking for the guacamole in the midst of my other things. Your room is worse than mine but it take a few extra minutes to find the right clothes. Enjoy the burrito -none of those here thought Indian food is good. Love Mom
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