Books have been written about Traveling Pants, songs have been sung
about Travelin’ Shoes, and a quick search on the Internet will even pull
up several pairs of Traveling Sock Monkeys…so there certainly doesn't
seem to be any shortage of traveling apparel these days.  But I’ll bet you
never, not even in your wildest dreams, ever thought bra would just pack
'em up and set out on her own one day!

My incredible transformation from is nothing short of a miracle, but it
didn't just happen overnight.  Oh, well, actually it did.  One minute I was
on top of the world and the next minute, I was spiraling down and out of
control - plunging into a pit of despair so deep I seriously doubted my
ability to ever bounce back!

But up until that fateful moment, I was just an average, hard-working,
well-adjusted, All-American bra, leading a typical, if not somewhat
enviable, life.  

I’d been handpicked from some pretty stiff competition for my high-
profile job in upper level management.  A very generous package with
plenty of perks was attached to my lofty and much coveted position,
making it the kind of job that most men only dream of.

I’ll admit that the sheer nature of my job left me feeling stretched a bit
thin at times, but I was cut out to handle stress and I’m proud to say I
never once broke under pressure.

I fully embraced my responsibilities and bore my share of the load
without complaint, day after day after day (and sometimes night.)  
Staying wired all the time certainly helped, but the real key to my
success was just grabbing ahold of things and taking control, then
following through with lots of gentle, yet firm, support - without being too
pushy, of course.

My personal life was very fulfilling too, so I pretty much had all a girl
could ever want, and then some.  Even the most casual observer could
plainly see that things were totally stacked in my favor.

So, what made me snap and suffer a mid-life crisis of such enormous
proportions?  Why did I drop everything and turn my back on the career
for which I’d been so seamlessly molded?  How could I just walk away
from my hard-earned lifestyle of comfort and security and step into the
shoes of a simple traveler wandering the globe, unattached, and with no
visible means of support?  

Well my friend, you are about to find out!  This is my amazing and (cross
my heart) 100% true story...
PROLOGUE
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    Olga, the Traveling Bra