Learning to fly

I've spent a moment each of the past ten days reluctantly unpacking the meticulously jammed contents of my three bags. To comprehend the annoyance of this: everything I required to survive for longer than four days was at the bottom of each of these three bags. Needless to say, my room has exploded into a vibrant and disorganized collage of camouflage. I wish I could call it artistic, but there is nothing to be appreciated in this wholly utilitarian collection of functional items, the sum of which makes the owner an efficient dealer of death.
So the recent development is that we are actually going. Now I have to pack those bags again.
How to translate the pain of this process.... total weight of bags: 200 pounds- which I have to carry. Cramming on a plane with 150 other people, each with their own baggage, for 25 hours total. Flying East, where the sun is going to rise twice inside of that 25 hour period.

So, tell me about your vacation.