The transformations of a travel bag
The transformations of a travel bag
I have a recurring nightmare: I’m rushing to catch a plane, bus, or train, and no matter how hard I try, I can’t make it. I never end up actually missing the ride but the rush to get there feels like it lasts a lifetime.
I’ve wondered more than once what this might mean. I usually have this dream when I’m trying hard to resolve something: to reach a career goal or buy a home, say, but due to my own limits or those of the bureaucratic apparatus, I feel stuck. I’ll also have this dream at times when I could actually miss a flight.
Which is why my trip to Switzerland, involving four connections, found me in a state of high anxiety. Better said, I was anxious but trying to hide it—a terrible habit that inevitably culminates in acid reflux. My only point of comfort was my suitcase, packed
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