minimalism

For much of my life, travel was synonymous with abundance. As my work took me around the world—hopping from bustling metropolises to serene, offbeat locales—I believed in being prepared for every contingency. My suitcase would bulge with “what ifs.” What if it rained? What if the temperature dropped unexpectedly? What if there was an unplanned formal dinner? Each scenario seemed to demand an addition to my luggage, and I’d proudly wheel a behemoth bag through every airport, convinced that I was ready for anything.

And then life decided to teach me otherwise.