Once in a blue moon, I will feel very attached to my family and home. But that once in a blue moment, kinda made me sad to think that I will leave my home after more than 25 years I lived here. Even our house not perfectly big or beautiful, but here is a place where I grew up (yeah, until THIS big). Part of me is starting to missing everything in my house. Like, missing my parents & siblings. Missing my magazine on my bookshelf in my room. Missing the cutest (annoying) creatures called cat running up and down in my living room. Missing the TV even I'm rarely watch it now. Missing ayah joke (as my father is definitely an awesome comedian if he decided to be it one day). Missing the pasar malam near my house (of course, the rangka ayam & Ice Blended Mocha). Missing the talkative Maya, a girl from the next door. Missing my LRT trip everyday (eh, this doesn't count as my house (-_-") ). Missing my mom karipap, best curry puff i had ever ate. Hmm. That is so much people & thing i will be missing later once i moving out from this house.
Too neutralize my feeling, I'm also think about how great can it be to live with someone who happen to love you and have part of your heart. It definitely an awesome feeling to have your other half right beside you. Wake up and see his face, priceless. Having a breakfast together, awesome. Have a silly little argument, well that's bolehh laa. Having a trip to supermarket to buy groceries together, this is super awesome (having a trip to place where plenty of food is right in front of you is my ideal gateway, beside beaches). To make a plan on where should we go for our next honeymoon (hihi, InsyaAllah), is totally a bless. With a few examples that I mentioned above, well i am now can accept the fact that i have to move on. Well, counting the days/months now. Love.
"It doesn't matter where you live, it's who you live with."