When Carey and I decided to quit our jobs and move to Thailand, we initially wanted to leave that very night. When the sheer ridiculousness of that idea gave way to some degree of common sense, we instead gave ourselves a week to put our affairs in order. I was more than a little relieved, because if we had left that night, I would have shown up at the airport with the clothes on my back (given that I was coming straight from work, I’d be arriving in Bankgok wearing stiletto boots, a cocktail dress, and blazer – with only the contents of my purse as luggage). In the week that it took for us to get everything together, I agonized over what to bring with me.
I wouldn’t say I’m a typical girly-girl who packs a suitcase to go on a weekend camping trip, but I am sentimental and get overly attached to seemingly random things. So, when it was time to think about what to bring on our travels, it was less about wanting to stuff my entire closet into my backpack because I needed 4 different outfits to see Angkor Wat, as it was about letting go of all the crap I had developed such strong feelings for (yes, apparently you can become emotionally attached to a unicorn onesie).