What I Pack
Every trip begins with a ritual: packing the pieces that feel most like me.
I lay them out slowly — a favorite silk dress, a good book, face oil that smells like home. I don’t overpack, but I do over-consider. Every item earns its place.
I bring comfort. I bring softness. I bring elegance in folds of fabric and textures that soothe. Even in a new city, I like to feel like myself. Grounded. Curated. At ease.
Packing is a form of manifestation. I don’t just prepare for the trip — I dress for the version of me I want to meet there. I bring what she would wear. I think of how she’ll walk, what she’ll notice, how she’ll delight in the unfamiliar.
Travel is an adventure. But what I bring with me — in my suitcase and in my spirit — is always a return to self.
