Something Borrowed, Something Black
My friend Dawn loaned me a suitcase.
No, it's not pretty. Or stylish. Or hip in any way. But Dawn did a pilgrimage similar to the one I'm doing, only to Great Britain, and this was the luggage she took. It seemed fitting that the bag should accompany me on my sojourn to Argentina. Plus, it's tropical looking.
My entire life is packed in this one bag. Minus ten small boxes of books I have stored in a friend's garage. Impressive or depressing—you decide.
As I packed, I realized there was a big, gaping hole in my wardrobe: a little black dress.
Don't get me wrong—I have some kick-ass dresses. But a simple black dress that says hi there, fellow? Nope. But I packed my big-girl shoes in hopes that in Buenos Aires the perfect little dress waits for me.