I had a lot of stuff. No, really. Lots of crap. My family has always had hoarder tendencies. It's understandable looking at the conditions they had grown up and such, but we're past those conditions. Yet I was brought up to hold on to all sorts of old, broken, duplicate stuff just in case. Not only that, but if you get something new, keep it in pristine condition and never use it ... use the old one.
You lie on the bed and scroll: “Top 100 places to visit in a lifetime”, “How to travel on a budget”, “10 packing essentials”, “See the world in x days”...and you dream. You dream yourself travelling. Exploring the streets of ancient cities, climbing up the winding staircase in a medieval castle, getting a taste of far away cultures, seeing nature’s majesty and the delight of seeing things for the first time.