Travelling with a hoarder
*I messed up with the luggage on our way back to Vietnam, boarding a Cebupac flight from the Philippines. We had to pay extra. Oops!* Let me set the scene: We stood at the check-in counter, suitcases piled up like a game of luggage Jenga. The airline attendant raised an eyebrow as she weighed our bags. The numbers on the scale blinked accusingly. I glanced at my husband, hoping for a reassuring smile. Instead, he just chuckled and shook his head. **"Overpacking again, huh?"** he teased. I blushed. Guilty as charged. You see, I have this uncanny ability to convince myself that I absolutely need that extra pair of shoes or that hoodie that I just might need—even if we're headed to a tropical place. It's like my brain goes into overdrive, imagining all the scenarios where those items might come in handy. Spoiler alert: They never do. **Lesson learned #1: No overpacking!** My husband, bless his patient soul, didn't utter a word of complaint. He just handed over some ...