In the photograph, I stand near the baggage claim, just inside a pair of automatic doors at Brussels National Airport. I’m wearing a blue flannel shirt (not my own), cargo pants, hiking boots. I carry no money but hoist an Army Ranger backpack over my shoulder, which contains at least the following items: a sleeping bag, a sky blue towel, a rolled-up pillow, two oversized T-shirts (one gray, one beige), three tank tops, two skirts, one pair of jeans, one pair of black foam platform flip-flops, one tube of toothpaste, one toothbrush, one comb, two sticks of deodorant, three rubber bands, two packs of birth control pills. I hold a purse in front of my body like an egg; it contains a pair of sunglasses, a notepad, three black gel pens, and several well-worn books I’d been meaning to read for years.