Moving

The decision was made merely a month ago. I must say its quite sudden and my heart almost not prepared by it. I wanted to go back but not as in settling in. I felt that with the new baby in the family, I would want to stay longer for his sake. But, we never here for the kids. We are here for my husband. And he's done with it, so we must follow. 

As I started to packs our stuffs, I began to feel excited for another new beginning. Irfan will go to Primary School, Year 1. We need to find Izyan a play school and I'm quite nervous to think that she won't be in the same school with Irfan. Ihsan will stay with me. I will be a full-time housewife again but in a new surrounding. Adapt is a keyword. I don't know how housewife's life in Malaysia would be like but I had in mind that it'll be tougher especially timing wise. And the fact that our place is just far from everything is not helping too. I had a feeling that we'd be rushing here and there. Izzal need to find a job. pronto.

We'll missed the crazy, unpredictable weather here, no matter how much we complaint. But I'll welcome the sunshine and rain, still. You know what peaceful to me? I remember this a lot and I can imagine it right now. Storm and heavy rains in the evening in my huge bedroom. The kind of weather that dozed you away in your dreamland. But, I don't like if the electricity went out. That just creep me out especially when the house is empty and big. 

I'll be waiting the moment when the pilot said, for Malaysian, welcome home.