It was a bumpy adventure over the previous 12 hours. We experienced a delayed flight and cliched mad dash through Heathrow. And now, here we sat, exhausted, on a boat - in the rain.
As often happens, we chatted with a young couple who, as it turns out, were on their honeymoon. They were sweet and friendly as are most fellow travelers. However, I took notice to their train of luggage. Each sported a cross-body bag, a medium carry-on with wheels, & a large suitcase.
I could see the envy in their eyes - that look of regret. The new bride asked me haltingly, "That's... all... you have?" She referred to our lack of baggage.
We smiled knowingly and answered, "Yes."
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I get this reaction often.
I have traveled a multitude of places for many days at a time simply with a carry on bag - my 1996 green, high school Jansport backpack to be exact.
I can pack a few mix & match pieces, my toiletries, and up to two pair of shoes. Of course, laundry detergent is helpful to recycle said outfits. From this bag I have seen the most magnificent sights, enjoyed amazing experiences, & hopped freely from one setting to another.
I can easily slip through crowds, stow away quickly on flights, exit the airport without delay, squeeze onto public transit, keep sight of my belongings, and hike to my destinations if necessary. When I locate my lodging, I drop my bag & slip out to my next adventure - untethered.
Not only is it convenient, I've received compliments on my attire. I feel secure that I pick my best, most flattering, pieces to be among the few.
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This begs the question...
If I've had some of the most incredible moments of my life subsisting via this precious backpack, then why must I live my daily life out of 100 bulky pieces of luggage?
My baggage does not make my trip, & my belongings do not make my life - my experiences do.
While some are busy packing for 'what if', I'm already out the door finding the answer.