Call Me Papa
For a few years now, I’ve been hauling around a Darth Maul bag as my luggage. It’s the perfect size to pack for a weekend and I found out it’s also the perfect size to put in an overhead bin on an airplane.
…but it’s a little embarrassing. It hit me when I went to Canada this summer that I was now 34 years old and still hauling around a bag with a picture of a Star Wars character on it. I’ve never actually lived in my parents’ basement, but anyone seeing me with this bag would guess that, not only had I, but I still was currently.
A few months later, I went to Dallas. And I felt silly again. I found myself turning the bag in towards me so Darth Maul wouldn’t be glowering at people, but the end of the bag still says “Star Wars” on it, so it still wasn’t ideal.
It was high time for a change. One visit to Target later, and I was set. Here’s a comparison:
Much more grown-up, don’t you think? Slowly but surely, one step at a time, I’m finally advancing into adulthood.
Now I just need to figure out where I’m traveling next.