That title is not a typo. I’ll be living the bag life in a few weeks...country hopping and living out of a duffle bag until sometime in September.
Living on the circuit teaches you humility because things are a bit different overseas. Over there you might have to pay...or squat to pee, the water is gassy, and the face cloths are more like mini bath towels. Your feet hang off of the bed and the comforters never seem to cover your ankles...and the beds are so close that you can actually smell your roommate’s breath in the morning if you inhale too deeply.
The only thing to watch on TV is a three letter acronym - usually the BBC or CNN - and the commercials are so long that you forget what you were watching. And truth be told, they’re completely inappropriate for anyone under 21 after 9 PM...I’m just saying...
Across the pond you come to appreciate your washing machine and dryer after hand washing your clothes in the hotel bathroom sink...and you understand the value of fabric softener after wearing scratchy underwear a few times.
When you’re overseas you develop a stronger love for bacon, pan sausage and frosted flakes after eating wet eggs and cold salmon for breakfast. And don’t mess around and find a McDonald’s! You know how the leprechaun feels when he reaches the end of the rainbow? It’s something like that. Think I’m playing? In 2007, the World Championship team picked our hotel solely based upon its proximity to a McDonald’s - which was directly across the street. True story.
But real talk. I love it all. I get to run around the world - literally - and they pay me to do it...a few minor “inconveniences” aren’t that big of a deal. I’ve just got to be real about what I’m in for. No matter how many times I’ve been over the pond, it always seems to shock my system a little bit. So here’s to three months of the bag life. It’s almost that time.
In the meantime, check me out this weekend at the KU Relays in Lawrence, Kansas. It’s going to be a good one.