Traveling With Reminders


Traveling With Reminders

Just like our itineraries are different, so are our levels of comfort. Some people prefer to bring the bare necessities, needing to pack light for their meandering feet, while others need to bring a personalized blanket for sentimental coziness. A recent article in The Toronto Star highlighted the importance of “packing a bit of home to cushion the road.” In it, Josh Noel provides some examples of what you can load up on to lighten your mood: An electric toothbrush, your own alarm clock, and framed family photos, just to name a few.

These items might seem a bit much, and I think they are — as the article was directed towards the business traveler audience — but his advice makes sense. For whatever reason that compels us to travel — either our company we work for or some innate desire — it helps when you have a tangible reminder of home with you.

Personally, I travel with a stuffed animal named Kongito, little Kong. A few summers ago, on top of the Empire State building, he was gifted to me because I love gorillas, specifically Peter Jackson’s digital version of the tender-hearted ape. I was on top of the world.

Although he looks more like a cow than an ape, he is smooth and squishy and never complains about where we are going next — and, yes, I am in my mid-twenties. Some nights, tossing and turning on a bunk bed in a hostel, I would bolt upright looking around for him, wondering if he would be forever lost in the crack between the bed and wall. Using my cell phone as a flashlight, I was always able to find him and I would always quickly fall back asleep.

In the challenge of discomfort and readjustment, sometimes we need reminders to not lose ourselves.

By Brit Weaver

Traveling With Reminders

About the Author
Traveling With Reminders

Toronto born and based, Brit is an avid leisure cyclist, coffee drinker and under-a-tree park-ist. She often finds herself meandering foreign cities looking for street eats to nibble, trees to climb, a patch of grass to sit on, or a small bookstore to sift through. You can find her musing life on her personal blog, TheBubblesAreDead.wordpress.com.


Published on August 27, 2010