When I zipped up my single, weathered backpack and left home, I thought I was simply embracing minimalism. I imagined the freedom of traveling light—shedding material baggage and living with only the essentials. But as my journey unfolded, I found myself learning lessons I never expected. Traveling with just a backpack forced me to look inward, forging connections with people and places in ways that went far beyond minimalist ideals. It became a quest for meaning, growth, and a deeper sense of self—all sparked by the simple act of carrying less.