I approach packing my bag the way I approach keeping my apartment manageable. They're both the same size, after all.
Clutter paralyses me, literally. It's the great procrastinator. I don't really feel comfortable getting anything done, creatively, or even feel easy in my skin, until I can see all surfaces, know that the dishes are washed up or hidden in the dishwasher, the bed made, the cat flossed, the bath gleaming. All receipts noted and thrown out or saved in a nice folder. Until the kilim is vacuumed. The cat fur rolled off the white duvet. If the house is a mess my head is a mess.
So the less I have the easier it is. But I'm beginning to notice things. My Heywood Wakefield chairs need re-upholstering and covering. The one support for my table's fold-out leaves is cracked and needs to be replaced. Who does that?? The antique screen needs re-covering.
So I must organize that. But first I should vacuum.