This morning I had to go into my office for more training. There are a lot of details in this job so it’s going to take a few months to learn everything I need to know.
I was following several school buses this morning on my drive and something struck me. From two different buses, a girl around 12 or 13 got off in a tank top, short shorts and flip flops. Neither one of them were carrying a purse, backpack or book bag (yes I am showing my age with that one). It was so strange to see someone so unencumbered and not weighed down by bags and it struck me that at that age, we are so baggage-free in every way — emotionally and physically.
I am not a girly-girl, nor am I particularly interested in purses. I do, however, carry the requisite items in my purse. When I’m working, I have a briefcase or wheelie bag or backpack. If we go to a Phillies game, I take a backpack. If we’re going to New York City for the day I take a small travel purse.
This morning, in my back seat, was a purse, a briefcase, a lunch bag and a bag of items for my mother-in-law who I was seeing later today. And in the front seat, sitting next to me, in what looked like an empty passenger seat, my many years of baggage.
Ah, to be young again . . .