Up and Moving. Again.

Mountain bag, duffel bag, knapsack, trolley, carton boxes, plastic bags: the basics of travelling.

"When are you going?," my roommate asked. I never really plan the things that I do. If I'm sure that I'm gonna do it, that's the time I start spilling the beans. No more mushy-moshy sob-sobs, but deep inside it's hard. It's always hard to start all over again. From cities to cities, new faces, new friendships, I'm always bound to move. Sigh.

"Wednesday." I said in that soft tone of voice, the voice that wants to be stopped, "oh no, you're not going anywhere." But once I have made my decision, that's it, that's really it.

"Next week?"

"No. This week."

"Bieoootch." This is what my friendship means here.

Mountain bag, duffel bag, knapsack, trolley, carton boxes, plastic bags: the basics of a homeless.