Oh backpack. You know, I didn't want to buy you. You were too expensive and not at all cute. I would much rather get a fun purple bag with designs and pockets. But I needed you. I was on my way to Spain to travel beyond the US for my first time and I needed you to be plain and full of utility, not pretty.
But now, that I carry you on my back 5 years later, I have learned to love you. You are not just a back pack any more; you are my pillow on the bus, my dirty clothes bag at the gym, my blanket in the tent, and my friend on the lonely road.
I am sorry when that mouse in Costa Rica chewed a to hole get to my trail mix. I am sorry when I kicked you across Heathrow airport because I had no hands to put you on. I am sorry when I stuffed you under my bed for 6 months because I forgot how useful you truly were. I am sorry that you smell like mildew because I left my wet clothes from Cancun in you. And most of all, I am sorry that it is time to put you to rest.
I am leaving school you see, and dirty, holey, and smelly backpacks are not good for my new professional reputation. I need sleek and appropriate bags that say "Wow! She is well put together". So good bye back pack, memories will remain, but for now I need to let go.
I am leaving school you see, and dirty, holey, and smelly backpacks are not good for my new professional reputation. I need sleek and appropriate bags that say "Wow! She is well put together". So good bye back pack, memories will remain, but for now I need to let go.
Such good poetry.
ReplyDeleteLol. I loved this. Sounds like the abuse my backpack has endured. I love the end. I need one of those bags that says I'm put together too. :) haha.
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