This is my backpack.
This backpack joined my life back when I was in high school, lugging textbooks and art supplies through painted cinderblock halls in a suburb of Atlanta. I think I was 15? Anyway, it was a long time ago. This backpack went almost everywhere with me. It bore witness to love blossoming between Billy and me, even as it bore my belongings.
The spring break when I was 16, Billy and I were allowed to take a road trip to Charleston, SC to visit Billy's sister. It was a journey of magic, of discovery and delight. We had a blast, and one day while browsing the tourist shops I spotted an embroidered patch.
My inner girl scout had an inspiration: I should collect patches for all the cool places I went! I could sew them onto my trusty backpack. It would be like earning travel badges. What fun!
Not every place I went had patches, but over time I gathered quite a collection. Each one tells a story, or more often several stories. It occurred to me recently that I should write these stories down, before I forget. Also, it would be fun to share some of my older pictures here on this blog. So, as soon as I can figure out our scanner, I'll be writing posts about "The Backpack", and the stories it tells. I look forward to remembering! :)
2 days ago