Just arrived home from my week-long peregrination in Kuala Lumpur.

Despite my physical fatigue (okay, if you really must push it further - FATigue), there is an introspective and lingering feeling of sacredness regarding my encounters with some of you in the past week. I want to say that I am truly a richer man because you have eaten with me, drunk with me, sat with me, slept with me, spoken with me, and shared with me. And some of you have even demonstrated the richness in you by putting up with my occasional ignorant propositional insistence. One of you described some of those moments in your life when you felt so aligned with your existential design that you said "Even if I die tonight, it is all good". I am just simmering myself within this state of existential revelry now.

On the way back, I dropped by Seremban to find a house (for rent) in preparation for my impending move towards the end of next month (November). Managed to find a nice-looking little house that is rented out cheaply by a couple of pretty decent owners. It is a very small house, but there is always room for anyone who might desire the joy of huddling in with my community in close proximity. And I mean always. I look forward to the move and the subsequent preparations for my new position as an adjunct lecturer in Christian Theology in this seminary.

But for now, I need to unpack my luggage and get packed all over again in preparation for my month-long trip to Johannesburg (South Africa) this coming Saturday. The only thing that consoles me regarding the disorientating realities of living off a suitcase is that I never cease to remain amazed at the way community is formed in each of my encounters beyond my comfortable home.