While I was in Florida last month, my mother watched me pull out my wallet to pay for something – probably candy.
“Geez,” she said. “Your wallet is huge.”
She was right. My purse has been weighing down my shoulders for weeks and the wallet – stuffed with heaps of euro coins – is the culprit.
So I sat down to clean it out. First, I scooped out the euro coins and put them in one of the pockets of my suitcase. Then I noticed that the business card slots were packed pretty tightly so I began to pull them out one by one, to see which I still needed and which I didn’t.
My whole life as a serial expat- carried around with me each day, both figuratively and literally.
From Ireland: the KopiKat photocopy card from college, my dermatologist’s business card, member/saver cards from Brown Thomas, Boots, Dunnes, and Zeba. My membership card from the Literary Society at school. My 30-Day Student Bus Rambler Pass. My college ID.
From Japan: My Popeye Media Cafe membership card (ah, 久しぶりね 、 Popeye-san?), my Kenkouhoken card, my gaijin card.
From New York City: Metro cards, my New York State Driver’s License, the new Duane Reade’s club card, more club cards from Sephora and D’Agostino’s. Business cards from my dentist, a supposedly authentic yakiniku restaurant on St. Mark’s, and my friend, Thomas – production and talent.
From Italy: My health insurance card.
Up top, real money and play money.
And finally, the wallet itself – bought at the Tennoji Takashimaya in Osaka.
Countries lived in over a period of forty-three months: 3.
Times I’ve cleaned out my wallet since 2007: 1
What will my wallet – and my shoulders – look like in a year?