One of my great regrets...
I joined this forum just to vent to an audience of people I know will understand. My wife, my friends, my ever accepting and understanding dog would never get it. What I'm about to tell you hurts my heart and I consider it one of my big regrets in recent memory. I'm here for your support.
Ever in search of the perfect bag, I have scoured the internet, luggage stores, auction sites, blogs, etc. I REALLY like Redoxx products and own several, but naturally began to sway to Tom Bihn bags for their scalability and an indescribable sleekness (dare I say sexiness?) that's uncommon with nearly all other products on the market. I like RO for the more rugged applications, TB for the day to day professional stuff.
Bought myself a Zephyr in black/wasabi earlier this year and enjoyed carrying it. Then one day I couldn't fit a lunch container and a book in it, so I decided it was too small.
This is when the madness began - I SOLD it. I boxed it up and shipped it to a stranger. I clutched it tightly as the postman tore it out of my reluctant hands.
WHY???? Why had I made such an irrational decision? After months of searching I find my soul-mate in briefcase form and I sell it because I couldn't comfortably cram last night's leftover vegetarian chili in the main compartment??!?!?!?! It pains me to this day. Where is my Zephyr? Is it being loved and appreciated? Is it bragged about and given it's own special corner of the bedroom in its new owners home? Is it cold, is it being kept clean? Is it properly paired with the correct Tom Bihn accessories??? These are the questions that can keep someone up at night.
Now being away from my Zephyr for over a month, I consider it a terrible mistake to have let it go. One you have something so well designed and thought out, you can take it for granted. The greatness of the Zephyr was that it was so awesome I barely even thought about it, I just used it. I used every inch of as it was designed to be used.
Please don't judge me, I come to you dear friends for comfort and solace. Though I will never be reunited with my beloved Zephyr, I will purchase an Empire builder someday to replace it. I think that extra room will remove any excuse I had. Then I can store my machine, my books, my mediocre leftovers and my shame. Also going to try the Brainbag, but I never think I'll be able to capture the magic of my first bag, my Zephyr.
As penance and to make sure I never make this mistake again - I am currently carrying a cheap backpack that you would find at a chain sporting goods store. It's flimsy, and feels as if it will tear at the straps if I load it with anything but packing peanuts and the shattered memories of my beloved old bag. I'm in my 30's and look like a college freshman. Carrying a TB Cache and an organizational pouch gives me some comfort, but even the accessories seem to silently resent me for separating them from their black/wasabi clad friend and protector.
My wife will be receiving her new Aeronaut in Aubergine and a Ristretto, she will enjoy them, but they will always be just bags to her. I will be receiving nothing but the receipt and the credit card bill, and the reopening of the wound of selling one of the best purchases I ever made. That is until my Brianbag arrives. I half expect it to slap me in the face when I open the package and say "think long and hard about this before you decide to give me up."
I haven't joined a forum in years - much less posted to one. I just had to get this out. Perhaps my purpose this year was to serve as a warning to all who read this forum. Heed my warning. When you spend hours searching for something and fine near perfection, don't let it go for a tiny flaw that can be overlooked or overcome. Love that bag, hang on to it, take care of it. You will miss it when it's gone. I promise you.
It's a sickness, but one I think many of us share. This search for a perfect bag that will bring harmony and happiness to our busy and scattered lives - I know that here I am among friends, and hope to one day truly feel part of the Tom Bihn family again.
The ironic twist - the company I work for actually makes bags, packs and laptop bags. I won't say who, and I won't say I dislike their products, it's just that TB gear blows them out of the water 6 ways from Sunday.
Thanks for listening to my story. I will repost when I've had more time to grieve.
KEEP YOUR TB BAGS!! The Zephyr is truly a wonderful example of how awesome something people never think twice about can be.
NOTE: I realized this is probably not the correct place for this forum. Moderators, please feel free to remove and place where you see fit.