I'm a terrible person for carrying things around. I carry everything around with me, it's like my home.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I'm very hard on my bags because I tend to carry a lot of stuff with me.
I carry my iPad and laptop with me everywhere.
I've got a lot of people I'm carrying on my back, but it's a light load because I take a lot of pride in who I am and where I came from.
So many people always try to help me carry my luggage and help me do things I can do myself. If I can do it myself, I'm going to do it myself. I'm not going to let other people do it for me, and I think that's a big part of where I came from. I'm not a real prissy girl.
When I travel, I just take what I need and I run. I always have my briefcase stuffed with work, even when I go on a holiday.
I can't stand clutter. I can't stand piles of stuff. And whenever I see it, I basically just throw the stuff away.
It's the polar opposite of most people, but I absolutely hate carrying a ton of stuff onto a plane. I check in all my luggage and literally go through security with nothing other than my coat, in which I have my iPhone and iPad.
I travel a lot. If you look at my suitcase, everything is extremely well-packed and well-folded; people who travel with me are impressed at how organized I am. Some would refer to me as a maniac for this.
I hate belongings. I hate clutter. It really bothers me because I can't think properly. If you've got distractions in front of you, your mind goes nuts.
I always carry lots of stuff with me wherever I roam, always weighted down with books, with cassettes, with pens and paper, just in case I get the urge to sit down somewhere, and oh, I don't know, read something or write my masterpiece.