there is something about going on holiday that always seems theoretical. 'take 10 days off and go see the inaugural parade? sure. it's not like it's me doing it. that's for Future Cherish.'and then the day comes and you have to put your life on hold; to pack up all of your question marks and exclamation points and fit them in 3 once bottles and pray security doesn't see the danger. you surrender the ability to control your own life, to sleep in your bed, to feed your cat, to drive to the store at 3 in the morning, and what do you get in return? the hope that the great Unknown will be enough for those 10 days, and your life can resume as it was or maybe better just as soon as you get to sleep in your own bed, feed your cat, and drive to the store at 3 in the morning.
and hopefully you will be compensated for squeezing those question marks and exclamation points into travel-sized bottles, and everything too big to fit into a carry-on will be of the non-perishable sort.
