Musings

Suitcases

If you think about it for approximately 27 seconds, you might come to the conclusion that if suitcases could think, they would think that they encounter very interesting and diverse experiences. They are made for travel and so they see many different places, or in some cases, the same places several several times. They contain within themselves the treasures and needs of those who use them. Their privacy is never left intact as their users open and close them at their liesure. Some are bright, some are dull. Some are light, some are full. Speaking of full, I find myself facing my two big red suitcases tonight. What I fill them with is what I will live off of for the next 365+ days of my heartbeats. Oooooh I wish I could take everything, but at the same time it's good to shed piles of junk from my bunk. I don't like piles anyway. So far I have packed a lot of light, breezy, summery, beachy clothes, a skillet, cooking utensils, and a bamboo beach mat. Based on that, my body will be covered, my stomach will be full, and I will lay comfortably as the ocean's breeze tousels my hair and the sun tinges my skin. Sounds like I got all my bases covered!





Oh wait, there's more to life than a mere beach. I better get back to packing...