A mountain woman. Never travelled south. Never knew what it is to be a city woman.
All she cares about is her family and her god.
When she asks me for my travel bag, all she thinks about is how useful it would be for her. It is a useful bag afterall.
What does she know of all that this bag has been through with me. Maybe just give her some money to help out. This bag, I should keep.
This bag has been my only companion on treks that never ended.
It hung around in places I had no business being.
This bag has carried stuff I would've died without.
A bag is not just a bag. It is everything that it has been made with. Everyone who touched it, and everyone else.
I may end up buying a new one, just as cute or ever better. But it will not be like this one.
Not sure if anything can really replace this.
But this one - I should give up.
