When you move around as much as I do it’s inevitable that you begin to accumulate some luggage. While ~getting my life together~ last week I did a rough count and I, alone, have somehow come to have two carry on suitcases, three duffel bags, and at least four pulses of varying quality that are intended to be travel bags. This count does not include any of my family's luggage, which we often share.
The thing with this kind of baggage is that it’s just that: baggage. Each of the aforementioned has traveled all over the place and been present for some of my favorite memories.
The oldest, and most well loved, is a hard bodied bright green carry on from Brookstone. I bought it about eight years ago and have dragged it all over the world; it is no longer being made but there is a newer version available here. This thing has been back and forth between New York and Boston too many times to count, and has joined me in Denver, Los Angeles, Indianapolis, and even in Italy, collecting many stories along the way. It’s also a personal favorite because it makes a fantastic foot rest in the airport.
Another favorite is a larger suitcase that I frequently steal from my mother. This one has flown out west with me, been dragged all over Italy and France, and, most recently, accompanied me throughout my trip to the Balkans. From sitting next to me on the floor of a Venice train station to being sat on by about three people as I try to cram in everything I accumulated on my study abroad, this thing could write novels.
I also enjoy using duffel bags for shorter stays; they make me feel more casual and are great when I only want to handle one bag. In my senior year of high school I treated myself to an 8123 Weekender- while the bag I own has been discontinued, there are two new versions available here. The only downside is that this one is not water resistant. While flying to Bryan/College Station, TX in 2015 a 6 hour travel day somehow became a 6 hour delay in New York, only for me to get to Dallas, board a plane, and fly to the College Station airport and not be able to land.
The pilot returned us to Dallas where I, along with two friends, reclaimed our bags and set off to figure out what the hell we were supposed to do next. Only, my bag was wet on the bottom from being placed on a wet rack. So it goes.
Eventually I was able to get the three of us on the same flight the next morning and spring a free hotel room for the night (while I was only seventeen, my roommate had just turned eighteen- thank god). Needless to say, between this adventure, as well as many a trip to New York and Boston, this bag has seen it all.
This past summer I invested in a Kanken bag from Fjallraven to haul around Europe with me. It turned out to be the perfect travel bag; the shape and the opening are exactly what you need when you’re trying to cram everything you need on you (passport and ID, cameras, sunglasses, water, etc) into a small space. This bag will forever have a soft spot in my heart for accompanying me on the most interesting journey of my life and also for making people think I’m from Iceland (yeah, I don’t know either).
Since I will be traveling significantly more often in the next coming months, most of my Christmas gifts this year have been travel-themed. Including the Kanda Hobo Bag from AllSaints which is the absolute perfect size for my needs (cameras, laptops, and of course books) which I am so excited to wear in.
Point is, appreciate the things you carry with you. It’s your experience but they’ll remember it too in the way they wear and the stains they bare.