Gypsy Travel Obsession + Airport Style
I've been thinking. I don't like my Northface luggage anymore.
Sure, she's rugged, tough and red. She managed herself ok on the hostel circuit. I didn't worry about her and the grimey-fingered airport baggage handlers. Yep, that was me dragging her up the escalators with a force that belies my 5'1 frame. And when we finally got home, she wasn't hurt when I irreverently tossed her in the basement paying no heed to our past travels together.
But isn't it time for a long-term relationship? Yes...I'm ready to invest in the real thing. I want to coo at my luggage and find a permanent spot for her in my life. She could just hang out in the living room with me while I watch True Blood.
Ok, considering my budget will always be more gypsy backpacker and less haute traveler, I need to manage my expectations. I seriously don't think I could roll through the typical Asian bus station with Louis in tow.
But if it was good enough for the Wes Anderson boys....then just maybe....