How I Learned to Pack My Life into a Cube

For years, my suitcase looked like a fabric explosion—random piles, stray scarves, and the eternal question: “Did I really need three sweaters?” Then I discovered compression cubes. They’re like little magic boxes where chaos turns into calm.

Folding clothes like paper planes, nestling socks into shoes, and rolling everything just right isn’t just about saving space—it’s a ritual. I find a strange kind of satisfaction in the symmetry, the neat stacks, the promise that my suitcase won’t explode the moment I zip it shut.

Plus, it means I get to travel with intention. No frantic last-minute decisions, no “Where’s my other glove?” moments. Just elegance packed with efficiency. It’s like turning travel into a quiet art form, one fold at a time.

If you ever see me unpacking in a hotel room with surgical precision, know this: I’m practicing the ancient and mysterious craft of suitcase origami.