Today I’m taking a plane flight without luggage. I’ll have my faithful black satchel to carry my laptop and a few books, but that’s it. Today, I’ll have no carry-on bags to stuff into the overhead bins.
It’s amazing how different a trip without suitcases feels. Yesterday I didn’t worry about getting checked in precisely 24 hours before my flight is to depart, to make sure that I get an early boarding assignment so I can be sure to have overhead bin space. I also don’t have to fret about whether my bag would exceed weight allowances, or be too big to fit overhead. I know from hundreds of trips that my satchel will fit comfortably beneath the seat in front of me.
And when I arrive back home, I’ll be able to grab my little bag and zip off the plane without having to wrangle a suitcase from the bin space and worry about clobbering the little old lady across the aisle. I won’t have to be part of the scrum of travelers clustering in the jetway to get their gate-checked bags — a process that inevitably leaves me in a foul mood about the grace and patience of my fellow human beings — nor will I have to wonder whether my bag will be the last one to come tumbling out onto the baggage claim carousel.
When you think about it, a lot of the angst in travel is directly attributable to our being weighted down by concerns about the possessions we’re carting around in our luggage. I’m looking forward to enjoying a luggage-free trip for a change.