Back in August 2011, I waved my family and friends goodbye and set off under the weight of an 80 litre backpack. Trying to decide what to leave behind was as difficult as deciding what to bring. I wanted to also save some space for any lovely things that I may buy along my way. Oh, how things change!
Seven months in and I’ve given things away, left stuff in hostels, lost a few pairs of socks and a top that I thought I loved, and bought very little.
And then, during my month-long stay-put in Australia, I decided to downsize. It was a challenge, one that I was excited about. I’d seen backpackers along my way travelling with very little and it was time to stop being envious and start being inspired.
Now I’m down to a 45 litre bag. It’s pretty stuffed right now (I’m still trying to figure out what else I can do without). If I want to add anything to my travel mix, something will need to go to make space. Feels less cluttered. Feels good.
I don’t need to buy stuff, I don’t need to get attached to pieces of cloth, I don’t need to lug around a pharmacy on my back. I’ve got enough. Right now I just want experiences. Not things.