I'm coming home, coming home...

So, guess what? We're finally leaving the land of where bags-tak-boleh-carik-makan for good. Hubs is being transferred home and therein marks the end of our stay here. Two and a half years... time flies so bloody fast when you are constantly clicking "add to cart" and Paypal is your bestfriend. I think it's about time I trade in my cramped index finger for sore feet instead, by having to shop the conventional way.

Gawd, I was in such a fix the other day when Hubs asked about how much insurance we needed to take for all the stuff we were shipping home. For the first time ever, I had to declare the value of my bag collection to him. It. Was. Not. Pretty. Now I know what "terkulat-kulat" means.

I'm trying to figure out which would be best. To ship my (bag)babies home via sea or have them fly home with me. Should they perish a tragic death not unlike Jack and Rose on The Titanic, I could use the insurance money to buy new bags, right? *scheming hat: on*. However, many of them were limited editions and not in production anymore. So maybe I should pack those into the luggage with me. But there are also a couple of them with special sentimental value. Aaargh how does one deal with favouritism amongst their children??

Fast forward to packing day...

All my bags are packed (literally) and I'm ready to go... See u guys back in good ol'Kay Elle!! (am so glad I'm a Pack Rat/Hoarder and kept all my net-a-porter and reebonz boxes!)