Suffering our first major setback before we even file the residency paperwork, Diane and I are back to being homeless expats with nowhere to go. Unexpected but not really surprisingly, the Malaysian we met on the now defunct MM2H forum backed out on his rental offer. Owning a 12th floor apartment in the Penang apartment complex we’d been eyeing, his never-ending American work ambitions somehow keep him from maintaining or even renting the unit out while he lives somewhere on the East Coast. Informing us we’d have to make special trips to meet and exchange information, we decided an extra plane trip in the opposite direction didn’t make much financial sense.
Adding to the enormous leap of faith required for expatriation somewhere you’ve never stepped foot in, the disappointment quickly led to a realization that selling your house and all your possessions when your date of birth is anything earlier than 1972 is quite scary. Hoping to secure another apartment from overseas before our home closes escrow next spring, our quest for a new housing contract started anew exactly one year after my unexpected layoff. Continue reading