4.29.25: A Single Box

I have this weird little fantasy where my whole life fits into one storage box. Not a shipping container, not a big trunk—just one clean, compact box. Everything I need, everything that matters, neatly packed and ready to go. It’s not even about minimalism really; it’s more about freedom. Like, if things ever went sideways, I could just grab the box and disappear. No baggage, no clutter, no anchors. Just essentials and memories, tight and self-contained. It’s probably not realistic, but the idea that my entire life could be portable? There’s something really peaceful about that simplicity.