Packaphobia.

Okay so we're going to Cebu again this year for Christmas and New Years and god knows i love it to bits there. The food, the beach, the beach house, the music and the company of family. Not to mention the number of sunrises and sunsets I'll be able to gaze at during my time there! It's gonna make for some majorly awesome pictures and ideas!! ;D Plus, my Grandmother and step-Grandfather will be coming home again from America sometime this November! (before my birthday! yay!) Anyway, it's like an annual gathering on my mom's side and it's always so much fun!

However, there is a down side to this. And it's not Cebu. God no.

It's the PACKING for Cebu. *shudders* Yes. I have a great fear of packing. I hate packing. Down to my inner human core. I can barley keep it together to pack for a night over at my best friend's house for fear of forgetting something! And that's ONE night only, mind you. This Cebu trip...is for two weeks. TWO. 2. Dos. Dalawa. God help me. It's nothing new, of course. We've stayed there for two weeks before. It's just the packing never fails to scare the living shit out of me. My hands are getting all clammy just typing this. I should calm down.

The beach. Just think of the beach.

And maybe cream puffs.