I made a prioritised list of my possessions I can’t live without and then figured out how much of it would fit in a single suitcase. I came up with 23 pairs of shoes and my toothbrush. If we’re really doing this, I’m going to be severely under dressed from the ankles up.
At the time, I thought it was the best idea I’d ever had. Living a life of spontaneity, feeling like we’re permanently on holiday discovering new things everywhere we go. It’s the perfect life choice for two commitment-phobes who are always looking to the chase the next thing that seems more fun than the last.
It was the best idea, until the morning when I walked into my living room, which just so happens to be the only space in my house large enough to store my shoes in some type of order that satisfies my OCD. At that point, the only thing that ran through my head was, “What the fuck am I going to do with all my shoes?”.
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