It's my suitcase's fault... I'm sure.

Years ago I was borderline OCD. 

The house never ever had a thing out of place. I fed the babies in the bath so they wouldn't make a mess. Yep, I was one of 'those' people. 

Now, my suitcase lays half packed with the basics, ever ready to go at a moments notice. My clothes live in piles, there are bagged work shirts at the end of my bed ready to be flown to their destination for distribution.  My OCD is being cured, one short notice flight at a time. 

My daily internal dialogue to my suitcase makes for interesting conversation. Seriously, suitcase, If I give you my fave bra today, will you promise not to gobble it up and render it unlocatable if I need it before Saturday? 

Conversations go like this all the time, well in my head anyway. Maybe Suitcase and I need to be better friends.

Maybe I need to learn that I do not need to over feed him to bursting point, then get angry when he lets his zipper out a little. Maybe I need to remember that he gets motion sickness being thrown about on the carousel and would prefer to spend the flight nestled into the overhead locker. I need to show more compassion toward him and the great job he does. 

Each journey I try to pack less, trying to allow him to feel the joy of being a little under full, rather than the discomfort of being stuffed to the limit. We all know that feeling....I try not to stuff in the whole contents of my wardrobe, just in case. I should try harder. For Suitcase's sake, poor fellow. 

Maybe I don't really need my black stilleto's on the off chance that Hugo will take me for dinner, if I'm headed to Sydney for a week, does it really matter that I wear the same pants a couple of times? Who do I think would even notice? 

My next journey, I will do better. I will treat Suitcase with the respect he deserves. I won't drag him along on his one good leg, as he favours the one that broke last journey. I won't make him go in the cold, dark under hold with all the other luggage. 

I will honour him and treat him well. He and I have been through a lot together and he tries his best, he really does. I have put him into some difficult situations before, and now I'm sorry. 

I will do better. Suitcase, I promise you, I will. 

Or, Maybe I just need to realise that my suitcase is an inanimate object and I'm actually nuts. And my rooms a bloody mess.