Small Bag Vacation

When trolling through the internet looking for cheap flights, people seem to lose their minds. I will agree to do just about anything to save £75 on a flight.

16 hour layover in Tajikistan? Sure! I can experience a different culture's airport and hospitality service!

Only a handbag for a week's trip? Easily done! I never wear more than two outfits on holiday, and I have one pair of shoes that goes with everything! I don't need any liquids/gels, I'll go au-naturel!

All day flight with no in-flight entertainment, next to an infant's section? I LOVE kids! I'll be THEIR entertainment!


However...when it comes time to the flight and packing for the excursion, panic begins to set in.

Speak Tajik? I don't speak Tajik! I'll be like Tom Hanks in The Terminal! I'll get stuck there, unable to ask for help and just waste my years away forced to live in the airport. 

A handbag? I can't wear only wear pair of shoes! I need to have at least one brown and one black pair! A week???? My hair will be a wild beasts if I don't have gels!

I hate babies. 


I am currently packing to go to Italy for 4 days with only a hand bag allowance. Why would I ever think that was ok? It's also in between seasons, so it may be open toe weather or maybe boot. I don't know, I've never been to Milan. Also the dreaded weather check. I've just found out it will be raining later in the week, how do I prepare for a completely different weather change mid-trip with only one bag?

The debate of if I can go without deodorant or underwear should never happen. But then again, how many pairs does one really need? Especially if we go with the old inside-out rule.

Debating what you'll pack is like the ultimate Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs put into practise. I am floating pretty between the Physiology and Safety bottom areas of the pyramid. So I know that on this trip there is no way I will access the Love, Belonging or Esteem parts.

Well I guess that's that. Instagram photos for the first 24 hours and then after my face/hair/clothing/general appearance, starts to decay, you will see less and less of me on social media.

Soap Dish

I've recently moved into a new place in my favourite part of the city. I have one flatmate who is rarely in the country, so I have free roam of the place. I love it.

There are large windows, a deck filled with plants, an open living space and it overlooks a garden. Although all these things are great, it's the small things I enjoy about living in my own place again.

The first thing is the soap dish. We have a bar of soap that rests on a stone-looking dish. After someone washes their hands, it collects with the tiniest amount of excess water. Twice a day, I get to pour the dish out into the sink and I love it.

This probably makes me insane, but I think of it as more of a charming quirk of my personality. I somewhat of an Amelie, just no one has made a french film about me yet.

There are also several, full-length mirrors scattered throughout the flat - even in the shower. This makes it sound somewhat of a sex den but I assure you it's all in good taste. Being able to see myself constantly throughout the day not only feeds my vanity but also has motivated me to become more fit. Nothing says, hit the gym, like a mirror in the shower.

So let's see where this place takes me. So far, so good.