I have a habit of overthinking and overpacking when preparing to travel. Yes, that was (ok maybe still is) me trying to stuff miscellaneous items into every crevice of my suitcase–and sometimes my husband’s and boys’ suitcases too–because mine was bursting at the seams. But these days, I’ve gotten a…
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There was a time not too long ago when the thought of traveling made my heart race, and a warm rush of unease consumed me. Not the fun kind of excitement, but the kind that makes you wonder if maybe you just weren’t meant to leave your house. What if…