2026: Another Year Living Out of a Suitcase
Somewhere between gate changes and cold airport coffee, I spotted a tiny compass bracelet in a the shop in SFO I absolutely did not need to be in. You know the ones. The “just browsing” lie we tell ourselves.
But this one stopped me. A compass. Not for direction — for reminder. That even when I’m living out of a suitcase, crossing time zones like it’s my job (because it is), I still get to choose my north.
I bought it on impulse. Put it on in the lounge. And now it hasn’t left my wrist.
It’s my tiny anchor.
A reminder that wandering doesn’t mean lost.
That movement can still be grounded.
That every year doesn’t need a map — just intention.
Here’s to 2026:
Same suitcase.
Clearer direction.
Better coffee. ☕🧭 and a cute compass bracelet on my wrist!
