„I could almost not go somewhere because of the luggage I have to pack”. Said no one ever. Well, someone actually did tell this. My mom. And I am all over her and dad’s clothes packing up the perfect baggage for holidays. Outfits and all. And my mom’s so happy.

Well, here I am fronting my own trip. Snowboard trip. Clothes and all.

i can see u

And it is so easy. 1 oversized wool turtleneck. 1 chubby cable knit. 1 chunky ribbing sweat. 2 very colourful hoodies. Tons of t-shirts (5). 1 shirt (just in case). 1 classic bf, blue jeans. 1 straight, cropped (it ain’t -10 degrees and snowing for nothing), dark grey jeans. 1 slim black jeans. 1 UGG (on top of the list). 1 black boots. And this is what comes out of it.

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That is unless you have The Row’s twinsets. Then you should carry that.

Busted. This was for the way back home. Easy like Sunday morning.
If only there would’ve been a camera a week ago in my bedroom. Would’ve cached anything, but me saying: „Oh, man, this luggage, man! I don’t wanna leave!”. Oh no, no, no. I love you, luggage. I would actually live with you. In you.

Written by Cristina Pavelescu