I get a……….well…..one might say ‘materialistic’ pleasure out of packing. Though I think it’s more visual than consumer-whore. I like seeing things that have come to develop meaning for me, all cuddled together in one place, ready to define the trip I’m going on. Like, sharing the camaraderie of being the collective group of things that will be photographed and remembered decades from now when that trip is just that: remembered via photographs.
Every trip, no matter how small, is a fun chance to go through the things you own and pick the pieces that make sense for the memories that will be created on the trip– the weather, the place you’re going, the types of activities you’ll be involved in while there, the purpose of the trip, it all dictates what will be packed. And my god do I love to organize it all and take pretty pictures of it.
I went to New York this past weekend, on a solo trip, to visit a dear friend from Dartmouth. And this is what I packed. I will be doing a subsequent post (or posts plural) to recap the amazing time I had! For now, there’s this.