Today I parted with one of my favorite possessions in the whole entire world, my purple backpack.

It was a piece.

I got it at some warehouse out in the middle of the desert that sold past-their-prime Revlon cosmetics, sometime in the early nineties. It was $15.

It became my ASU backpack. It went to Australia, England, Sweden, Peru, Japan, Greece, China and Washington D.C. with me. It came to my wedding. It handled god knows how many ski trips and weekend getaways. It’s what I used to stash my lunch and my Ladyshoes when I started taking public transportation to work.

It was badly made. It was shredding, and the shreds would stick in the zipper. It was hard to open and close.

My husband surprised me with a very fancy REI backpack for my birthday. It is brown. It has padding. It has fancy pockets and netty nooks to stick stuff.

So I hauled my purple backpack to Goodwill today.

Good-bye, backpack. Hope you continue to see the world, or end up on a little girl.