Camera Sizes

   This upcoming semester I will be traveling to a city outside of London to study abroad in hopes of expanding my ever-so-bubbled Boca Brain. Whilst doing so I intend to photograph the toes, knows, highs, and lows of the United Kingdom, Scandinavia, much of Western Europe and parts of Eastern Europe. Actually, Russians scare me. Regardless, in this case I aim to assimilate the "toes of Europe" to its histories and roots-sort of. But, I have one preeminent problem: lyke, what kinda camera do I bring?
     Here is when I will provide an odd list of parities for you all to learn before we commence. First, the camera I choose to bring can be equated to the type of experience my mind thinks I am going to have. As its size increases, the room left for the unknown and previously unimagined nears a limit-and this limit is zero (Mean Girls). As my friends know, my mind is not good at turning off. That button was lost in production and people close to me have been searching for a replacement part for years. A knack for fabricating preconceived notions is ugly and has been undoubtedly implanted into my mind. Essentially, my camera to backpack ratio has unfortunately remained an even 1:1. Now-my red Herschel backpack is always with me. This backpack matches with nothing and carries everything. Its leather tuchus and sunburnt skin will soon be worn and torn. My backpack represents me minus the fact that I am as porcelain as an albino Sasquatch. The experiences my backpack carries will depend on the size of the camera I bring. And, if I brink a honkin' monstrosity of a camera abroad, am I determining the shape my backpack will mold into (rather, the degree of the curvature of my actual back)? Do I bring a camera small enough to allow room for the unexpected to squeeze itself into the depths of my dirtied pack? But, I can't soil my pack in advance just in hopes of predicting the outcome of my studies abroad, right (well technically I did run over a bagged pair of new shoes with my car to break them in a bit, so that sort of goes against my point)?
     At this point, I am hiking through the ever-mountainous Switzerland with a King Kong-sized camera. My cousin said she saw me from her bedroom window so this is a true story. Not to throw out another bout of cheesed-up rhetoric, but, who wants their camera to backpack ratio to strike even? Also, who makes ratios like this? I think it's time I call Kenmore to find that replacement part...