This is the last run for this old girl. It’s a sad, sad day. This is my carry on. My ride or die. My girl Friday. We have been through about a decade of travel together. I tend to overstuff on one way of the travel- whether its bringing supplies or gifts to my destination or trekking back with treasures to bring home. The zipper has never once given out. I’ve purchased a handful of replacements over the years. I have designer names and tech-utilitarian cases. I try, every time to use them, however before I leave I inevitably unpack and repack into this one. Before leaving this time, we needed a little extra duct tape (and we packed the roll just in case). Today, she started the death-gallop. If you don’t know what this is, it’s the beginning of the end. The wheels aren’t strong enough to support the case any longer and they start to shift outward just a wee bit. The faster you walk, the more unbalanced she gets until she is galloping like Gertie. By the time we get home she will be a full on dysplasia. We will go slow on this last trip to make sure she makes it home to rest. #odetoasuitcase #carryon #lastrun * * * #rovingbee #fielddesigner #workonsite #travelerforwork #travelerforlife (at Rector Street) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bsa45r-nJxe/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=17v5vvqtyo02m