I didn't have much to pack, surprisingly, though I guess it shouldn't have been that shocking. Aside from clothing-and I wouldn't call me a clothes horse by the farthest stretch of the imagination-pretty much everything I needed was supplied by Nanna. Oh, she tried to load me up with lovely bits and pieces, offering to take me shopping, even, but I was afraid I'd turned into a jeans and t-shirt girl just like Mom. I'm pretty sure I'd horribly disappointed my grandmother in that ...