For my eightieth year warns me to pack up my baggage before I leave life.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I have learnt that I am incapable of packing the right amount of clothing, probably because I start 10 minutes before I'm supposed to leave, and that I truly hate airports.
I do so much travelling in my work that my suitcase is always packed, with my passport ready. I rarely unpack, as I am constantly on the move.
If I'm going away for longer than a week I take a suitcase and check it in but I'm good at packing light and quick - years of modelling, travelling and living out of a suitcase has trained me well.
No matter where I go, I want to carry my family.
I had to stop traveling alone because I missed so many planes. When somebody runs up to you in the airport and begins to tell you their life story, you can't say, 'Excuse me, boo,' as they're weeping on your bosom.
It's hard to be clear about who you are when you are carrying around a bunch of baggage from the past. I've learned to let go and move more quickly into the next place.
I live out of my suitcase and I'm happy to do so.
We all have baggage. The question is: What baggage can you deal with?
I'm a terrible person for carrying things around. I carry everything around with me, it's like my home.
I'm ready to deal with somebody else's baggage. I'm sick of mine.