I have to be so disciplined when I’m living out of a suitcase.
We’re between countries at the moment, and it still amazes me how much life you can fit into 25kg.
I actually find packing really therapeutic. Folding everything neatly, putting it into packing cubes, getting it all in order, everything in its place, everything perfect.
Then I arrive somewhere and chaos ensues. 😂
Where is this? Where is that? The precious packing system lasts about five minutes, and before I know it I’m finding my things in the weirdest places.
Nothing really has a home when I’m between homes.
What is the one area of your life that becomes chaotic approximately five minutes after you tidy it?