My most consistent, enduring, frustrating relationship last year was with my big green backpack.

Figuring out which pockets should carry what, what works and what doesn’t, what I can handle, what it can handle–they are all parts of figuring out where I’m going and what I’m doing. It has been my pillow, my closet, and my biggest pain in the ass. 

I’m officially busting it back out at the end of next month, as I take off again. On the agenda: DC, Chicago, Toronto, Pokhara, and Bangkok. 

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