I didn’t know the hold that my ‘things’ had on my life until they were stolen.

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As I waited in the airport terminal, I watched the masses of people around me reaching out to the turnstile to yank their luggage off the conveyor belt. A sea of black and navy luggage with the occasional brightly colored one standing out among the usual colors, I waited patiently for mine to drop from the jaws of the Airport Luggage Monster.