Ok, so. I’m sitting in the airport, with an hour and a half till the stewardesses start loading us onto the plane. It’s been a hectic last few days, one with lots of running around and moving stuff. I’ve said goodbye to friends one last time and stuffed my suitcase to the brim. Speaking of… I’m a little panicked right now because one of my suitcases is sans the TSA lock… it went missing en-route to the baggage drop off. So, my mind keeps wandering to the fear that my suitcase is going to explode, my clothes will be everywhere between Chicago and the Pacific Ocean and I will have nothing but 4 pairs of underwear, pants and blouse to survive Japan until reinforcements arrive. Other than that, everything I own that isn’t in those suitcases are packed and stored away and I am left wondering, when did I accumulate so much stuff?
Stuff is sort of the bane of our existence isn’t it? We tend to think that we need some of this stuff to make our lives easier but I can’t help but wonder how much happier I’d be if I didn’t have to heft this large and heavy backpack, or two large suitcases halfway around the world. On the other hand, it will be nice to return from Japan knowing I have things to prep me for my next adventure instead of having to re-buy everything. I suppose life is just a balance of minimalism and extravagance.
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