Vacation

I pack a shirt. And pants. And toothbrush. Did I pack a shirt? Should pack another and another? A pillow, for sure. I’m sleeping on the couch. So maybe a foam roller for aches. Food? Drinks? I don’t know anymore! Should I pack a swim suit? A folding chair? A bowling ball? My sister almost leaves me behind. I tried to bring the world with me. Except, except, except… The things I always forget no matter how hard I try. But driving through the country side. Passing fields and lakes. Pointing out billboards, and laughing. I feel like I could go anywhere. Without packing anything at all.