I used to be the person hovering at the luggage carousel, praying my overpacked suitcase hadn’t been sent to a different continent. After a grueling layover in Paris where I had to drag 50 pounds of “just in case” clothing up five flights of stairs, I reached my breaking point. I spent the next morning donating half my wardrobe to a local shelter and realized that the more things I carried, the less I actually saw of the world. Shifting to a one-bag travel philosophy wasn’t just about saving on baggage fees; it was a mental decluttering that forced me to prioritize experiences over outfits. Now, I can hop off a train and start exploring immediately, unburdened by the physical weight of my own indecision.
Why I Swapped My Suitcase for a 40L Backpack
