No wallet

The right pocket in my jeans didn’t feel right, unusually loose. I shoved my hand into that pocket to check. Yep, empty.

No wallet.

Actually, as you might remember, I haven’t technically owned a wallet lately. I carried a money clip my grandparents gave me for Christmas a few years back. Now, I can’t even carry that.

But it’s okay. Slowly, slowly, I’m purging my pockets. I haven’t purchased anything permanent since landing in Korea, only a few items I’ll give away when I return. Otherwise, I’m paring down.

I’ve purposely chosen to forgo a few possessions. Others have been taken, like this latest upgrade. And finally, others now never make it into my circle because. . .

No wallet.