It was the morning of the 25th, the day I was leaving for Northern Ireland, and I was running around trying to get all of my stuff to cram into my already-exhausted suitcase. About half an hour before my mom and I left for the airport, I weighed my bag and realized that it was 10 pounds too heavy. My roommate Julia came over to my house to give me a card for our best friend Susan, who I would be staying with while I was in Ireland.
“Julia,” I said, nearly hyperventilating, “I don’t know what to do! My suitcase weighs 60 pounds!”
Julia then took the situation into her own hands and rearranged my entire suitcase (I love her), stuffing random clothes into my carry-on and forbidding me from taking my shampoo, conditioner or body wash. The next time we weighed it, it was 48.5. It would do.Read More