It's an impossible task really... Packing your entire life into a single twenty kilogram suitcase. The fact of the matter is, that there is no way you can physically do it.
I know working in the fashion industry for three years has given me plenty of reasons to take more than one case (no really, my collection of clothing has reached painfully embarrassing levels). But I'm not talking so much about the clothes and possessions. I'm talking about the big stuff that I'm leaving behind...The warmth and strength of my family, the safety and comfort of home, the erratic love of my mother and the force feeding nature of my father. It goes against every grain in my body to leave all of it behind. Particularly when I'm not entirely sure what the future holds. But I suppose I'm just crazy like that and it's all part of the adventure. The path I've chosen definitely isn't the easiest, cheapest or most practical. It is however, the most exhilarating.
I've recently reached a point of clarity. It was sometime between sprawling all my favourite clothes and precious things on the floor of the spare bedroom and bawling my eyes out because I knew it wouldn't all fit in my suitcase... I realised it doesn't really matter. I felt so silly and horribly vain to get so emotional about it all. It is tough to make those decisions about what stays and what goes, but at the end of the day it's just stuff.
The only stuff that really matters is the stuff that I can't actually pack... That crazy love of my family and the memories of home... I can live without the rest.
Xxo
I know working in the fashion industry for three years has given me plenty of reasons to take more than one case (no really, my collection of clothing has reached painfully embarrassing levels). But I'm not talking so much about the clothes and possessions. I'm talking about the big stuff that I'm leaving behind...The warmth and strength of my family, the safety and comfort of home, the erratic love of my mother and the force feeding nature of my father. It goes against every grain in my body to leave all of it behind. Particularly when I'm not entirely sure what the future holds. But I suppose I'm just crazy like that and it's all part of the adventure. The path I've chosen definitely isn't the easiest, cheapest or most practical. It is however, the most exhilarating.
I've recently reached a point of clarity. It was sometime between sprawling all my favourite clothes and precious things on the floor of the spare bedroom and bawling my eyes out because I knew it wouldn't all fit in my suitcase... I realised it doesn't really matter. I felt so silly and horribly vain to get so emotional about it all. It is tough to make those decisions about what stays and what goes, but at the end of the day it's just stuff.
The only stuff that really matters is the stuff that I can't actually pack... That crazy love of my family and the memories of home... I can live without the rest.
Xxo