If I've learned anything from my mother…

…it’s “Always pack two bags for a trip. One inside the other. Because you will always have more to take back than you came with.”

Too true. Even though I try not to acquire more crap on trips.

The second bag I packed inside my suitcase for this trip? I bought it in a $5 store in Sydney, Australia. For about $3. The funny thing is, the blaring adverts on the loudspeakers were so…memorable…that when I described the store to my friend Shannon (who lived several months in Sydney), she knew exactly the place I was talking about. Despite my ignorance of the name of the place, or even what street it was on.

There’s history in that there bag.

And I’m procrastinating about repacking to go home.

And I’m fucking exhausted. It’s all hitting me right now.