Home, sweet home

Warning, another EMO post!

Everything is so surreal now. I know I am technically home, but how much longer will this be 'home'? And if I call UK home, how much longer will it be 'home'? Will I be running back to KL in a couple of weeks/months time? Or will this last few weeks (3 more weeks to be precise) be the longest I will be in Malaysia for the rest of my pathetic life?



Somehow I miss having full reign of the kitchen.I miss waking up lazy in the morning with american tv to keep me occupied. I miss going out to my backyard for a morning puff under dreary skies.

But yet, this IS home. Where mommy cooks, all my clothes are freshly laundered and pressed, kitchen is spick and span and cantonese serials are nearly constatly on TV. Life will undoubtedly be completely different...but the grass is not always greener on the other side. Or is it?

Will I survive in the geriaritic village where everyone owns a cane to hob around with? Another chapter of my runaway life, another adventure. I have survived occupancy of Paris, Bruxelles, Fresno and San Francisco. Leeds should be a laugh comparatively.



Of course, at that time I was also a starving student where leisure time is a given. I have changed into a ladder climbing corporate pest who had ruined her career by this bravado move....will I survive housewife-ness???

I feel much older than my 25 years.