When I travel, I am extremely fastidious about unpacking. I don’t spend much time packing. I always do it at the last minute and rather haphazardly. But whenever I finally get to my resting point, be it a hotel or elsewhere, I am very precise about how I “set up” wherever I am going to be spending my time. (This is in direct opposition of how I keep my office, which has been described as looking like a frat house on 28th Street in Los Angeles.) This unpacking and placing ritual became a lesson for me about the importance of keeping, honoring and protecting those things that we carry while we are away. It became a lesson for me about the value of an item–a possession, no matter…