Coming Home

Finally, I am home. I have been back on Malaysian shore for a week now. I have to be honest, I actually did not feel sad of leaving Belfast but I did feel sad leaving the house that has been kind to me for the past three years. Being homeless was not fun. And when I saw the Malaysian land from the plane, I was experiencing mix feeling at that time (as pointed by the couple from Southampton sitting next to me), I felt like running out of the plane and kiss the tarmac, literally. And I have never been happier when I saw my significant other’s face (and his best friend) at that arrival hall as now I know I am back for good (and alive too, to boot).

Getting around Malaysian time is much harder now probably because of the accumulated sleep debt over the past few months while I was writing my thesis. I had only 4 hours sleep for the first five days, staying up on a normal working day will certainly be a challenge. But the first order of the day was to get myself a new phone since I have accidentally shipped my phone’s charger along with 56 other boxes on a liner. Anyhow, to those who know me well, my rate of phone change out is once in five years (the growth rate of any moss is much higher than this).

Getting back in touch with my friends after all these years was particularly challenging since I only meet them once a year and never all of them in one sitting. Many of them still keep my 10 – year old number but equally many of them didn’t keep it too. So I will only put the effort to find them when I accidentally meet them somewhere in the future.

My big project has not yet begins since the developer had a scuff with the local authorities. Gone the dream of moving into the new home and hey presto, the agonising two months wait of getting the keys. I am now looking at revised moving in date of January 2011, but my ship load will have to get into the house by next month because I don’t have any space for all of my stuff (and shoes) in our current home.

I am so excited to stay home and get back to work and go to late night show by my dearest mommy in a jazz club (which I don’t know exactly the location but I will find out later). I noticed that I am getting extremely polite to people these days, I said thank you repetitiously everytime I meet new people and I don't swear so often to other driver now while I am on the road. I hope I still have that short fuse temper somewhere because that will become extremely handy after I am back to work.

I have never been happier.