When I was growing up, my mom was a flight attendant. If there is one thing she taught me from her experiences, it’s how to pack a bag for any occasion. Always bring clean underwear if you are going on an overnight trip (because what if you die and they find you in dirty undies? ultimate shame.), always pack light and do not overstuff your bags.
I used to love when she would come home from trips. She would open her perfectly packed suitcase and give me all sorts of goodies she collected from her trips. Nothing fancy, mostly plane-sized packages of cookies, peanuts, those little airline wings they gives kids when they fly and soda from Canada (which I loved because the cans were smaller). Occasionally she would bring back dry ice from the plane in a little cooler and — under supervision — would let me run water over it in the sink to make steam. She was like Mary Poppins with her magical bag. I loved it.