My favorite dress, not that one, the one that you remember so well ―that one survived for no reason in my overflow bag.
A bottle of impossible glowTM that Laura made me buy and that now I don’t know how to live without.
A couple of books I took for the trip and never got to read.
A few campaign flyers and a dammit doll that got whacked so much back in DC against so many tables ―so much frustration, you wouldn’t imagine.
My favorite liquid black eyeliner, the one I wear most days. Almost all my favorite makeup, really, that Arianna picked from my dresser for me to wear during the trip.
Three weeks’ worth of medication that I seem to be doing perfectly fine without, even though I won’t leave that to random chance.
A bunch of receipts that the finance team will ask me about later in the month.
A handful of memories of nights gone by and a stash of dirty laundry I never got to wash.
A bathing suit that never got to fully dry from that last day in Paris, and that must be ruined by now.
A jar of Laneige’s lip mask that made my lips so impossibly soft I thought it was witchcraft.
Stickers, so many stickers. World Bank reports I already read in PDF. All those notes I took and didn’t back up.
The naïve idea that it would be all perfectly fine after crashing against your smile and shattering into a million pieces.
My favorite trench coat. Things I forgot about, I’m sure, and will be randomly remembering for weeks to come. Things I’m trying so hard to forget about.
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