Sometimes I go on etsy and look at all the things I wish I could buy. Like backpacks. Really nice leather backpacks with Mexican embroidery all over. But I already have a pretty nice backpack that I’ve had since forever and people tell me they like my backpack and that makes me like my backpack more, and also makes me feel guilty for looking at nice backpacks online. Like it’s cheating or something. Like I’m in a really committed relationship with my backpack but I go ahead and look at really nasty backpack porn online anyway because maybe I’m unsatisfied – I mean, come one, backpack-I’ve-had-since-forever, you’ve got stains all over you (ink on the inside, coffee on the out) and your seams are a little weary and those spots that used to be purple leather are now more magenta-y and I don’t even know what made that happen. You’ve changed. I’ve changed. But you’re all I’ve got. And I love every piece of you. Even that apple flavored Jolly Rancher that I forgot about and that melted in the corner of the pocket I use for pens. I love that too.