I've been around the world

Hi, my name is pink suitcase and I have quite the life. I was bought last year and never used until July 23, boy was I ever excited! I was to begin my first travel experience. Little did I know, that I would be doing quite the amount of travelling. 20 kilograms of clothes, hygiene products, medicine, and food was carefully placed inside me and then ziiiiip! My locks were shut with a heavy padlock and the key kept inside a wallet. Into the car I went and I zoomed along the highway to Schiphol airport. Once there, I was pulled along by a blonde girl of about 20 years old and then I was placed on a belt and weighed. No one likes to get weighed, especially when they told me I was overweight! Nonetheless, I was rolled down the conveyer belt and dropped onto a cart. Oomph! I landed on a luggage cart and then I was again rolled up a conveyer belt into the belly of a huge KLM plane on my way to Moscow, Russia! This is exciting, I thought. In Moscow, I was supposed to be transferred with my friends, the black suitcase with the blue belt and the green suitcase with the yellow belt, but I didn’t follow them. I tried to tell the airport workers that I was to go with them, but they didn’t hear my cries. This part of my life I cannot remember, but somehow I got lost in Moscow. When my owners arrived at Dehli airport they waited and waited for me, but I did not come. After filling out forms and explaining what they had put in me, my owners made their way to the hotel. They could not call the airport the next day or the next because the office was closed, so they called on Monday. Several calls here and there and about 12 hours later, Aeroflot told them that I would be sent to Dehli (I had flown back to Amsterdam and then I had to fly to Moscow and then to Dehli….AGAIN!). A day after my arrival in Dehli, an email was sent to my actual owner saying that I was waiting to be picked up. My owner was far away from Dehli so she asked if I could be flown to Coimbatore since she would be arriving there on Thursday. She did not hear from Aeroflot for a day or two until finally an email appeared saying that I would arrive in Coimbatore at 9:45am on Thursday. Little did my owners know that the office I was staying in would close at 4, but they were still on the train at 4:30. As quickly as they could, my owners hailed a taxi and immediately drove to the airport, only to find out the office was closed and I had to sleep over night next to the Air India counter. At the heat of the day, I heard my owners’ voices asking where I was. When I saw my owner, she screamed and began to laugh with joy! Placing the key in the lock, she unzipped me and began searching for her birthday gift. When she found it she opened it and boy was she glad! Now I am safely resting underneath her bed in the hostel at the Michael Job Centre. Although I was brand new to start off, I am now beat and worn and happy to be near my owners. I know they are happy to have me again, because they instantly unpacked their belongings kept inside me and put them on!