We lived out of backpacks for two months. I enjoy doing that, because I like exploring how the fundamentals stay the same. We still need a bed at the end of the day, some square meals, and a chance to be alone and reflect once in a while. The things I usually take for granted, like a selection of clothes, an armful of library books, or just the luxury of my own car, aren't there. I find myself enjoying the small things: like a free shower token given to me by a fellow traveler, fresh hostel sheets, a quiet common room, a book in English up for grabs, daily journaling. When I come back home and I have all little luxuries at my fingertips again, it always seems like too much.