Look, I Get It
You’re supposed to pack light. Everyone says so. Your mom, that travel blogger you kinda hate, even that guy at the hostel who smells like patchouli and enlightenment. But me? I’m done. I’m over it. I’ve embraced the chaos, and honestly, it’s liberating.
It started last Tuesday in a tiny Airbnb in Barcelona. I was trying to stuff my fourth outfit for the day into a packing cube. A packing cube! Who am I, some kind of sardine?
Meet Marcus
Let’s call him Marcus. He’s that friend who always has a plan. We met up for tapas, and he looked at my bulging backpack and said, “Dude, you’re doing it wrong.” I said, “Marcus, I know. But have you ever tried to choose between my lucky jeans and my other lucky jeans? It’s impossible.”
He just shook his head. “You’re gonna miss your flight one day,” he said. “Or worse, you’ll have to buy a new suitcase at the airport.” Which… yeah. Fair enough. But still.
The Breaking Point
About three months ago, I was in Istanbul. I had this moment. I was standing in my hotel room, surrounded by a sea of stuff. I had a bağışıklık güçlendirme doğal yollar kit from the pharmacy, a souvenir scarf from the Grand Bazaar, and three pairs of shoes. Three! I’m not even a shoe person!
I texted my colleague Dave. “Dave,” I said, “I think I have a problem.” He replied, “Bro, you’re in Turkey. That’s not a problem, that’s a lifestyle.” Thanks, Dave. Super helpful.
So I Quit
I came home and did something drastic. I bought a bigger suitcase. A much bigger suitcase. And you know what? It’s amazing. I can fit everything now. My lucky jeans and my other lucky jeans. My 36 different kinds of sunscreen. That book I’ve been meaning to read since 2017.
And the best part? I’m happier. I’m not stressing about what to leave behind. I’m not worrying about running out of clean socks. I’m just… packing.
A Tangent About Socks
Speaking of socks, why do they always disappear? It’s like they have tiny sock legs and they just walk away. I swear, I packed 14 pairs for my last trip, and I came back with 6. Where do they go? The sock afterlife? A parallel dimension? I don’t know, but it’s happening to me, and it’s completley unfair.
But Here’s the Thing
Packing more doesn’t mean you’re a bad traveler. It means you’re a human. Humans have stuff. Humans forget things. Humans need their lucky jeans. And that’s okay.
So go ahead, judge me. Call me a “carry-on snob” or whatever. But next time you’re in a foreign country, trying to decide between your favorite hoodie and your other favorite hoodie, remember: I’m out here, living my best life, with all my stuff, and I’m not apologizing for it.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go find my missing socks.
About the Author: Hi, I’m Alex. I’m a travel writer with a committment to honesty and a serious suitcase addiction. I’ve been to 47 countries and lost count of how many pairs of socks. Follow my adventures on mobileholders.com.
