My backpack

I have a love/hate relationship with my backpack right now. I look at it with loathing at 5 am when I know I have to carry it to the metro stop, change metros, take the shuttle to the airport, find the easy jet terminal, pray they don't give me the sticker "odd shaped baggage" because then I have to lug it somewhere else. However, we watched Into the Wild the other night at the hostel in Barcelona, and this image is my inspiration to keep on trucking: