I love packing.

I do. I pack early, like DAYS in advance. My favorite parts have to be deciding what I won't bring because I've managed to squish everything into a very small bag, or what extra things I'll bring because my bag has too much room. Also the bragging and showing off of my neatly packed very small bag or alternately, all the empty space in my larger bag. Ah, yes, I love packing. When I was younger I used to pack stuff for an imaginary weekend trip because I just wanted to pack. Once I pretended I was going to visit my grandparents for the weekend so I packed up on friday. Turns out I was going to my grandparents that weekend, so when Mom said to go pack, I was already ready. :D

So as you might expect, I'm already packed for the youth group camping trip this weekend.
Packing early has a lot of neat little benefits. Like the fact that I can do it slowly, and calmly, making it a relaxing rather than stressful activity. Also, I couldn't find my swim shorts. That would have had me really upset if I had packed on Friday. I would have been running around trying to find them, and without a clear head probably wouldn't have. But instead, I walked downstairs, thought about where it could be, searched all my brothers' drawers, asked around, and then determined that since they are the same color as my Dad's, somebody may have given them to him. So I went and looked and after finally finding where his were, (it took like, ten minutes) I found them with his. So not-stressful, 'tis lovely. :D
Packing is my favorite.
Weeeeelll, not my favorite... but one of them. ;D