Things that other people like (looking cute, spending time on looking cute), I weirdly don't have the patience for. Somewhere along the way, I decided that so much of how I look is out of my control, I might as well surrender the rest of it.
The good thing is that this leaves my suitcase nice and roomy enough for the things I do like: bizarre, florid socks that match literally nothing I own and which I am destined to wear under long pants and snow boots during my semester in Copenhagen.
I do think this supports my theory that the best things in life take some looking for. And fit well into a suitcase.
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