✈️ It Was Supposed to Be the Perfect Trip
You know those rare weekends you plan months ahead — the kind that feel like they have to go right? That was me.
I was flying from Chicago to Miami for my best friend’s wedding. My dress was packed, my heels were ready, and I’d even splurged on a tiny bottle of Jo Malone perfume. Everything was perfect… until it wasn’t.
When I landed, my bag didn’t.
The carousel kept spinning, couples kept hugging, and one by one — everyone left. Everyone but me.
A single black duffel circled alone, like the universe mocking me.
That’s when I realized — my bag was gone.