Packing.  How do I loathe thee?  Let me count the ways.
What to bring, what to leave
How many pairs of shoes will I need?
Eyeglasses or contacts,
Baseball  or straw hat?
The fear of forgetting
Something that’s key
Oh packing, I really do
Loathe thee.
I had a request for rhyme, if you’re wondering why I felt the need to express myself via bad poetry : )  Speaking of requests, if you have any (e.g. suggestions for post subjects or writing style) please send my way (in comments or by e-mail).  Will do my best to respond!