Post is an imagine with 4 panels: Top title: before you leave the house check you have: panel 1: keys panel 2: wallet panel 3: phone panel 4: the vague sense that you’ve forgotten something
(I’ve never made text descriptions before, correct me for points)
mine is Wallet, Keys, Phone, (ear)Buds, Mask, Hat; then i also pick up my backpack that has everything in it that i would need to restart my life from scratch and bring that with me too.
active prescription medication, insurance info, medical records, notarized copies of identifying documents (the originals are in a safe deposit box admittedly), my core set of electronics and their infrastructural bits (chargers, cables, I/O adapters, input devices, batteries, storage, a small fold-up solar panel), basic hygiene supplies, first aid kit, water purification tablets, a mess kit, waterproof matches, a leatherman multitool, 50’ of 500lb rated paracord (it’s purple! :D), an 8’x10’ tarp, my towel (obviously of course) and a thousand dollars of emergency cash in a hidden pouch inside another hidden pouch. (edit: oh right i also have several single serving pouches of jerky in there for emergency nutrition if needed)
it’s not nearly as heavy as i expected it to be so i just kinda lug it everywhere. There’s even room for two spare changes of underclothes or one entire extra set of clothes, under and outer, should i bother to bring some.
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the screaming 20s have been difficult and taught me to be ready to go in a moment’s notice ._.
the 1920s were the “roaring 20s” The 2020’s ain’t “roaring”. Maybe I’m wrong to call them the “screaming 20s”, maybe I should call them the “wailing 20s” or the “weeping 20s” or perhaps the “whimpering 20s”.
be careful. putting all your eggs in one basket & all. someone could easily walk away with such a bag, no matter how diligent you think you are.
