I spent some time toward the end of my trip thinking about constants. I didn’t have many constants over the last year. I had consistent intangibles, like support, communication with family and friends, and people I could always go back to, but my surroundings and the people in them changed frequently. My only tangible constants were a ripped suitcase, a grey backpack, and a fuzzy toy kiwi named Frodo. Everything else was new every day, every week, every month. It was exciting!
Yet, it also became exhausting. I thought a lot about sleeping in the same bed for more than a few nights in a row, my own pillows, my own blankets, and various other creature comforts.
It’s rainy, and looks to be that all day, so I’m spending the time organizing pictures and my living space. I will eventually need to go out in the rain (it’s good I brought my umbrella), but for now, I’m just cozy in my Auckland hobbit hole.
At the Indianapolis International Airport, my suitcase weighed in at 42.5 pounds, and my backpack weighed somewhere around 15 pounds. These two pieces of luggage are my life for this year.