Living out of a Suitcase

Living out of a suitcase sounds like a very exciting way to live.  It implies that you are carefree, easy going, can roll with the punches.  It means you are not tied down by a lot of clutter and things that get in your way like nick knacks.  All you need is a bathing suit, a tooth brush and a passport.  If you are a backpacker, you can even live with just one change of underwear, one good pair of jeans and two tee shirts. 

You can be the ultimate traveler.  Just let it all go and let the wind take you.

This, of course, is not me.  As much as I love to travel, I need my creature comforts.  My suitcase is always just under the allowed weight. I mean just, like a ounce or two.  When I put my suitcase on the scale at the airport, I hold my breath and say a little pray to the Travel Gods that it will not weigh over and cost me money for excess baggage.  When it comes in slightly under, I do a little dance, and think  "Yes, I did it. Take that you oppressive airline with your rules and restrictions.  Ha!" 

Let's take a moment and talk about my Creature Comforts.  You won't believe what I put in a suitcase.  First, let's address the need for one pair of underwear per day, and one extra, just on case.  That's what my mother taught me and I cannot do any less.  I have heard about the four ways to wear a pair of underwear, and frankly, Yuk, I'm not interested.

Next, I cannot travel with less than three pair of shoes, one for walking/sightseeing, one pair of sandals, and a pair for evening wear.  It's very difficult to narrow the choices down to just three pair.  No one understands the sacrifice I am making.  If I could get away with it, I'd have a carry-on bag full of shoes.

What I am most proud of is my emergency Kit, it is a miniature version of: a tool box; a sewing kit; a first aid kit; office supplies; and kitchen gadgets; all in one.  It is approximately 4" X 8" and weights 3 pounds.  Trust me, if you need it, I've got it.  The phrase "Be Prepared" was coined after me and my Emergency Kit.  Not one trip goes by when I don't bail out a fellow traveler with a safety pin, or blister band-aid. I can fix your sunglasses, open your wine, and give you drugs to help you poop.  I am the "Ultimate Traveler".  (Wow! I think I just invented my Super Hero Name).

And last but not least, always travel with bubble wrap, don't you?