Photo from Pexels on Pixabay Even though I consider myself to be an advanced home minimalist, my achilles heel has always been travel. Once I start packing, my old Hoarding Gremlin perches on my shoulder whispering an endless list of what I’ll ‘need’ for just in case scenarios.  The Hoarding Gremlin follows me wherever I go, constantly tapping my shoulder and whispering ‘Are you sure you’ve got everything?” Where’s that charger gone? “What a mess!” “Why were you not more prepared?” “What if you feel cold?” “You might get hungry”.  No matter where I’m going or how long for; a day, a weekend, or a week, the Hoarding Gremlin ensures…