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Why Pack Ultralight

I really agonized over the purchase of my latest jacket. For about fifty dollars more, I could get a jacket that was .8 ounces lighter than the other one. It sounds crazy just writing that. In the end I found a deal to get that jacket for the same price, so I was spared the agony of having to make decision.

Managing every ounce in a backpack sounds ridiculous. I get it. It seems like obsession gone awry, excess for its own sake.

But a couple weeks ago, walking through Budapest, I decided to take my backpack with me for the day. I wasn't sure if I'd find some time to sit and do some work, and we were thinking of going to baths, where I'd prefer to have my own soaps. But, as it was our first day in a new city, there would be a lot of walking.

We barely took public transport, instead walking miles up and down streets, across bridges, and up a huge hill for the view. And, for maybe the first time, I realized that I didn't notice the weight of my bag at all. At nine pounds or so, it was so light that it didn't encumber me in any way.

Habits

On The Universe

Today in psychology we learned that if you repeat something enough, it will become a part of your mind. A habit. Maybe that's true... Well i guess I know that's true. As I repeatedly walked to that isolated fence everyday after school, we made a habit of meeting each other. And I wanted so badly to break the habit. Cause I hated the fact that you wanted to hide my arrival into your life, because you swore your friends would laugh. I always thought it was us against the world, but this fucking fence acted as a protective barrier between you, and the rest of the world.. Like the spaces between each piece of metal formed diamonds resembling baseball fields, and maybe if we stood behind it people would see us as separate instead of one. Strangers. Standing on two separate fields. And you loved to look at things from far away as each eye, each hand, each movement got it's own space. And I always stood too close, with the fear of not being connected as one, in one space. And I could see all of us, no fence, no silver lining. And I saw you as one. You saw me in small, little pieces... and soon enough, I was... Every time I pass by that fence, my heart drops to my stomach. I step closer to try to see whole again, but everything is in fucking pieces.

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