No matter how carefully you pack, there’s always something you wish you had brought. For me, it was sentimental items — the little things that don’t seem essential until you’re thousands of miles away and missing home.
I focused so much on packing practically—adapters, paperwork, clothes for every season—that I left behind simple comforts: a favorite coffee mug, old photos, a childhood book. In the beginning, it didn’t seem like a big deal. But during lonely or overwhelming moments, I craved those tiny pieces of familiarity more than anything.
Now, whenever I move, I make sure to pack a “comfort bag.” It’s a small bag filled with things that feel like home — even if it’s just a scent, a texture, or a piece of memory. Those little things anchor you more than you realize when everything else around you feels brand new.