One suitcase journey

This is going to be a story (based on my life at this very moment) about the trip of my life. It so happened that me and my mom have the same dream city which we wanted to travel to our whole lives. So yes, I’m having a family trip with my mom to one of the best cities on this planet. You can find it either unbelievable and very funny or sadly relatable and horrifying.

It all began when she first came home with some “good news” and told that this summer we’ll take a trip to ***** city TOGETHER and we will spend there 2 weeks. 

First things first:

Packing:

It didn’t dawn on me how unbelievably funny this trip is going to be until I was told that we are packing only one suitcase. You probably don’t understand what scared me so much if you don’t have an anxious habit of choosing your outfits beforehand. But if you do than you get my sheer fear. As this thought ran through my mind faster than a lightning I started to reassess my outfit plan for 14 days, beginning with the one for the plane. It was the first tiniest part that came out wrong during this journey.

As this feeling is still fresh I want to complain about something. I didn’t pack everything that I’ve planned! Between two flights I realized that I don’t have any hair products, hair straightener and curler – I have neither of those! Also, while packing everything comfy and cozy I completely forgot to pack something fancy and Instagram-worthy. This meant only one thing: I’ll be able to take beautiful and pretty pictures only after shopping and buying something nice. We’ll see how I will try to figure things out.

The first picture taken