Welcome home?

There is this memory... of my routine journeys back to Singapore.

I usually take the bus, the night bus to be exact. After 5 hours of delirious boredom, I will be nearing Johor Bahru. And through my sleepy-eyed slumber, suddenly there will be this jolt followed by a string of creaking sounds as the bus goes over this bumpy patch. It lasts about 1 minute or so. And I know what it means. It means I am about 10 minutes away from M'sian immigration. It means to me: Bye Malaysia, back to Singapore again. And my heart always does this funny lurch in my ribcage, like a small sign of protest. I will swallow the dread in my throat, and ignore the little voice in my head. "Back to reality".

It is a memory imprinted on my mind, so deep and profound that while I am travelling in cars and happen to go over bumpy areas, making that same creaking sound, I feel that sense of familiar.. rejection. Rejection of where I am, rejection of where I am heading to.

Fortunately (or unfortunately), I am a tough cookie. A tough cookie adapts herself to her environment. She strives, slogs and preservere. She makes it work. She doesn't give up. She tells herself that she has to keep to her promise to herself.



2 years.





And 2 years it is.
The timeline is over.






Here I am.




Kuala Lumpur, I hope you are ready to have me back for good.
'Cause that's where I am gonna be. ;)