I {Heart} Luggage
It's the funniest thing. I don't really travel. In fact, I haven't been out of Phoenix since August/September 2008. Hate to fly; buses take forever; have no car.
And, yet?! I love, love, love to shop for luggage. Especially the ones, like Titan luggage, with the handles and wheels and a million little compartments - strong enough to withstand anything.
It's not that I imagine going anywhere; that's the odd part. I just have a 'thing' for luggage (and watches, and cigarette lighters, and coffee mugs). I wonder if that means something.
Guess I'll have to dig out my book on ... hmmm? Exactly which book would cover the meaning behind a luggage compulsion?
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