It’s pretty sad that I’ve been putting up several of these obituaries for things already.
I’m packing for an upcoming event this weekend. Since it needed a hotel stay, I grabbed my trusty toiletry kit from the cabinet. I opened it to check if its contents needed top-ups or replacements.
As I unzipped it, flecks of disintegrated plastic innards fell out of the bag. Another one of my trusted companions, turning into dust.
There’s no point repairing it now. That’s the problem with cheap and cheerful things. Retiring it would just add clutter to our overflowing storage. Though it pains me, I just have to unceremoniously chuck it to the bin.
If I recall, I got this bag around 2010. Work then required some travel and this kit and its contents kept me fresh in many events and red-eye flights. I insisted on having it in my carry-on especially since we usually rushed from airports to events and I didn’t trust the toiletries from budget hotels in which we were usually booked.
I even felt some pride when I eventually lugged it around for international trips. The last time I used it was in Japan. At least it got to be hung in Nagoya and Tokyo hotel dressers. Malayo na rin ang narating niya.
So long, toiletry bag. You served me well.