My backpack is depressed...

No, really. Do you know how much of a bummer it is when one of your only "real" possessions has lost all will to live? Well, it's not pretty, let me tell you. 

It is in some serious need of shoulders to rest its straps on.

Every time I open the closet it looks at me, all slouchy, and lonely. It wants to see the world, to be tossed onto random train seats, to be stuffed with dirty laundry and be carried through the streets of a city all day. None of this being shoved into a dark corner of the closet, shuffled aside only in desperate hopes of the other shoe being found (which, by the way, is still MIA). I can't ignore it any longer. I imagine us running through airports together, jumping up and down for good exchange rates, and testing the waters that will take us to wonderful new places. 

Something has to be done. And, well, there is really only one cure for this type of condition. Yup. That's right. Looks like its time to reunite me trusty pack with travel size shampoo, train schedule and a hand-drawn map. Time to zip it up, buckle the straps and sling it over my shoulder.
But, of, course I'm only doing this for the sake of my pack. Its the right thing to do. Now, to go tell it the good news!