On the 14th of January 2013, I took my first step towards independence.
The weeks prior to this momentous date, were one of my busiest and yet heart warming times I have had in awhile.
Spent time with family, friends:
- They brought me to Melaka
- We ate not-too-good chocolate pancakes, spotted celebrities and played Taboo
- Had some girl time at a Balinese restaurant with coffee afterwards (sounds so grown up!)
- Cheered "Go Jake!'' at a random football game
- Got trashed at foosball by my cousin
- More girl talk on a bed while watching Asia's Next Top Model - cheering for the Malaysian representative
- Walking around aimlessly in a mall enjoying each others company
- Assisted the chef in making my farewell dinner
- And I killed zombies on my last day!
Not only did these people made my final weeks in Malaysia so enjoyable, they made me cry at the airport.
*sniff*
Through sweat and many funny cover up stories, my dearest cousin initiated and completed my farewell scrapbook. As I read through the notes and looked over the photos of all these people, I can honestly say I am blessed.
I am loved.
And as I flipped over the last page of the scrapbook, flying further away from these people, I cried.
One chapter ends, another begins.
But I know where my true home is.
