Broken

So I've been packing today. Because I'm moving back to Texas in about a week.
And one of my suitcases is broken.
Actually it's not even mine. It's a hand-me-down from my older sister. And I have no idea how old it is. But it has hot pink nail polish on it so I'm guessing it dates from the early 90s.
On one of my last airplane rides the handle decided that it no longer wanted to operate under the title "retractable."
I got a memo later about society and it's obsessive use of "labels."
Anyway... so it sticks straight up now.
That was a rather embarrassing day at the airport. Ever try to shove a handle back into position with 45 people watching you and pretending that they aren't? Little Asian children were giggling at me.
I have another suitcase that's kind of a little bit broken too. It's not mine either.
It used to be my mom's. On the inside there used to be these rounded black plastic thingies in the corners to help the suitcase keep it's shape and help it stay open when you were packing. But over the years all of the plastic has started to crack and break and come out in little tiny pieces.
That's always fun. You go home for Christmas, get dressed for the traditional family pictures and suddenly discover what looks like freakishly large black dandruff all over you.
"Ooh, Jamie! You look so pretty! But, um... have you been hanging around any toxic dumps lately?"
At least the handle works.
So this leads me to my third suitcase.
Which, of course, is also not mine.
At this point you might be asking yourself, "Does this girl actually own any of her own luggage?"
The answer is NO. But I feel this makes me a more interesting person. I am a transient without means of transiency. How psychedelic is that?
My third suitcase is not broken at all. It's new, see. It's part of a set that my mom and dad bought. It's quite nice. And blue. I like it a lot. But as I mentioned, it's not mine.
If and when I move to England I'm going to have to buy some luggage.
My older sister was once rather obsessed with getting some red Pierre Cardin luggage for Christmas. She was rather disappointed, I believe, with the American Tourister set she received instead. Now she has some stuff that's Barbie-pink. It's cute and I bet her husband looks darling wheeling it around for her.
"Look, Mommy! That man has a suitcase just like mine!"
Heh.