One in each city (no big deal)
I have always had a hard time giving up my clothes. Even when they are too small to wear or just too out of fashion, it usually takes years for me to get them out in a box and send them to the Salvation Army. I am emotionally attached. Plus with me moving quite often, it has been hard to keep track of what I really need to keep and what is just there for show. I was scattered between Boston, New York and Florida my first years of flying, which only meant one thing: I needed three pairs of nude shoes, right? One in each city. However, in an attempt to clean up a bit the guest room my brother kindly keeps for me for the occasional weekend, I dumped all of my Floridian wardrobe on the floor and started refolding - the way my best friend Charlotte taught me. Apparently I didn't know how to fold nor how to hold a fork properly when I first met her, so she made a point of teaching me. There were many shirts I couldn't even believe belonged to me. Did I ever ...