Before I left, Andrew and Bri suggested that I purposely under pack so that I would need to buy clothes and such along the trip. This would give me a kind of Living Scrapbook: every time I would see that item in my closet, I would be reminded of my journey.
I didn’t follow their advice (I didn’t want to be under-prepared for two months of travel), but it happened anyway. Upon my arrival in London my jeans ripped, and then last night, the second pair of pants decided to give up the ghost.
Upside: I have a lovely new pair of jeans (very stretchy!) and a specific memento of the first two stops of my tour.