It's the strangest thing

Sitting in Bangsar Coffee Bean (our final visit) before driving out to the airport. We have no home. Our belongings are confined to three bags and a daypack. One bag is being stored until I arrive back in KL to move to Hong Kong. Two packs are in the boot of the car. The daypack is beside me right now - and that's it.

Another sign of change - the keyring has been depleted over the past few days. First we give back the access card for the office, then the carpark card, then the keys for the apartment. Right now it has keys for the padlocks securing the pac ks, and the carkey (shortly to be returned to the rental company).

Sonia has decided that a small handbag is not sufficient to hold the stuff that she wants to carry around the world - so she is planning to head off shopping for a daypack in Singapore this afternoon.

Looking at the title for this blog, maybe I should change it to reflect the vagrant nature of the existence that we've entered into? Looking through a thesaurus, words pop up like peripatetic, peregrination, vagrant, wandering, etc. A bit deep for a Sunday morning.