In need of one more bag, I grabbed this little green duffel belonging to my dad just before leaving Virginia last September. Now, I keep finding all this cool shit in it that is literally from another time. After that Scottsdale wedding weekend back in April, I came across a receipt from a cafe in Gare du Nord in Paris, when the family went European Vacation for my college graduation present. Then, unpacking it this morning after using it for a weekend visit to La Bella Los Angeles, out fell a box of matches from the Halcyon Hotel in London’s Holland Park. Since we didn’t stay at the Halcyon as a family, I have to assume those matches are from a prior trip my dad had taken to London for business. What’s next, I wonder? The remnants of a Russian cigarette? The stub of train ticket to Berlin? I guess some people wouldn’t find any of this as interesting as I do, but I just think it’s kind of neat that 9, 10 years later, I’m still finding artifacts from so long ago in this tiny, nondescript piece of luggage.

Or, my family’s just really careless about unpacking.