Miss my closet

Dear Closet,

I’ve realized I departed without saying goodbye. You probably saw me hugging the bed before it was gone, or holding tight to my favorite pieces of clothing before taking them to the storage facility. I imagine how jealous this made you feel. You were there on your own, empty, without even a hanger on you and I never looked twice at you before I left.

This letter must be surprising to you and believe me it’s surprising to me that I‘m typing it! But I have to tell you that it’s been about 3 months of traveling and there’s only one thing I really miss about having a “home”. It’s not the bed, nor the kitchen, nor the bathroom... although, as you know, all of these were always important to me. It’s not the cleanliness, the consistency, nor my style... I’ve learnt to adapt to all types of places. Somehow, jumping from one bed here to another in the neighboring city, or visiting more than 150 different bathrooms in 90 days... and not even having a kitchen is quite alright. What I really really miss is you!

I fondly remember the days were you use to greet me in the morning and, knowing that I was in a hurry, you would easily give me access to a nice suit to go to work or a golf outfit to meet friends for my Saturday morning rounds. You were always so helpful and careful in handling every shirt, pant, short, dress! I know it’s not nice to compare but the backpack doesn’t know what it’s doing. In the last 90 days I’ve pack and unpack at least 180 times... and not only that but my clothes are all wrinkled and it’s so hard to find whatever I’m looking to wear. I’m so sorry for not having noticed you before. If you ever felt unappreciated please know that you are very much appreciated and that I can’t wait to see you again. I need you.

Yours truly,

Me