you're never going regret having little reminders of the fun trips you went on. And if you do regret it for some reason you can just throw them away. So load that suitcase up with crap.
A hectic life sometimes necessitates a physical reminder of where we’ve been. A kitschy souvenir measures its worth not in its quality or design, but rather in its narration of a life well-traveled.
When traveling it’s easy to feel like you are never settled, luckily I’ve figured out the hack of a lifetime. Bring all of your favorite things, photos of people and things that make you happy, books, trinkets, records. Make sure they are all in a separate suitcase that’s really heavy and every time you go to the airport, TSA makes you take it out on the floor, so that it’s as inconvenient as possible. For example, everywhere I go I bring a photo of Charlie Christian, a Beatles record, a Rimbaud Book, little stringed beads and arrange them like a shrine.
Even if theyre meaningless things like ordinary rocks or spare coins. Collect receipts, stuffed animals, jewelry, beads, marbles, crystals, stickers, pins, buttons, bottles, shoes, small toys, literally anything you enjoy. Create a collection of things that make you happy its honestly so fun.
School made us think reading is a holy act. It is not. Its just something to do. Like watching a movie or sports. You aren’t going to be tested by anyone. Read high. Read drunk. Read 2 pages. Read half awake. Remember nothing or just some of it. It really doesn’t matter
