On being an airhead
I’m sitting on my parent’s couch in Riyadh blogging from my mother’s laptop, and all my luggage is laying on my bed in Amman. Seriously.
I forgot my luggage.
How could I have forgotten my luggage? My brothers called me and told me they will laugh at me for the rest of my life. How could I have gone to the airport with nothing but my handbag? It has nothing but my passport, the unreserved tickets, my wallet, the abaya, and a book. Nothing else. I don’t even have lipbalm (well now I do as my mother’s friend gave me a tub that was in her bag). And I’m staying till Monday. That’s like 5 days away. Mehhhhh!
Looking at the bright side, this means intense shopping ;)

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