When I was at boarding school, I had a huge old-fashioned Mallory Towers-style trunk that sat at the end of my bed. It had been my mother's trunk when she was at school and was really quite impractical in 1997, when I went, but there was something so romantic about taking a trunk to a boarding school that I insisted on having it. (I also insisted on turning up in school uniform, Mallory Towers style, while everyone else was in jeans, but that's another story.) My trunk sat at the end of my bed, full of the promise of going home soon.
I was given a big modern suitcase as a gift last year. It's too big to hide away anywhere, so it sits at the end of my bed, just like that old trunk, waiting to go somewhere. When I'm consumed by work (as I am now) and find myself forgetting about travel, and how big the world is, having my big suitcase sitting there – getting in the way, taking up space – but waiting for me to take it somewhere, reminds me what it feels like to just pack up, ready to go.
In other news, I was totally blown away by being named as one of the Up and Coming Blogs of 2012 (courtesy of Rachel of Black Eiffel) at Alt Summit last weekend, alongside such luminaries as Fieldguided and Honey Kennedy (whose recent wanderlusty guest post is partly what reminded me to write this one). Hello to anyone who has arrived via Alt – I'm more than delighted to see you here.