Life as a millennial is busy. Maybe that is partially my fault for having a dream that requires day to day flexibility thus needing to replace a living wage job in NYC with several side hustles, but regardless of who is to blame, ain’t nobody got time. I often do several jobs in a day as I’m either working from my laptop, doing research from a pile of books, making something in my kitchen for my online store or my belly, doing laundry and cleaning for my airbnb guests, performing/rehearsing, packing up orders, working at a restaurant, or chasing a two year old around his house. So when it comes to being the most productive, I had to become a minimalist in some aspects of my life in order to function. The first to go? The purse. The upgrade? The fanny pack. Judge all you want, but I have acquired many, and they all spark hella joy.
I can proudly say that I have worn fanny packs religiously for the last 3-4 years for their convenience and functionality. I was at one point guilty of carrying the big purse and roaming my house to find stuff to put in it, but in the age of downsizing, the suitcase on my arm had to go. I often had to carry the backpacks belonging to the kids I was watching while carrying my own bag and it was just too much. Switching purses was always a hassle, and the weight of it all was literally too heavy a burden to bear all day. And so, I let go, and let fanny pack.
On my hip, I carry the things that matter most for being a functional human in today’s society. You may find my phone charger, my plastic dollars, ID, keys, laundry quarters…some essential oils and a few crystals—you know…the special items that make my heart smile. And the best part? I still have both arms to carry things. I get a good workout running around the city carrying things, and I am so thankful I do not have to carry a heavy purse in addition to groceries, laundry, and Ikea bags full of packages (thank you for all of the support, by the way…I hella love you all). My packs love to travel, and they make airports a breeze. They are perfect for when a mini human is attached to your core, and I cannot imagine biking around the city without having my life essentials right on my hip.
There will always be haters on the dopeness of the fanny pack, but I think the crew of Queens like me who have always praised their practicality have increased the demand. Nowadays, fanny packs are everywhere I turn. Apparently it is finally cool to have one, when not so long ago I was forced to defend my fashion choices almost daily. It’s whatever. I’m not bitter…
Welcome to the club. I hope it makes you more efficient at boss bitching and whatnot. Pack light. Pack life.