Another farewell...missed another wedding....gona miss another newborn arrival I have gotten tired but still not gotten used to this....And I just don't know when will that be! Just feeling some heaviness. Hence temporarily lost interest to blog. Will be back.
Cursed with long distance but blessed to remember & miss
Things Im missing
My cozy couch in my warm home where family get together for weekend morning breakfast meetings discussing all kinds of stuff that we face in a week
Stuff toys though im not a stuff toy person but sure miss having them around
Watching Tamil and Hindi movies weekly on tv
Going shopping in huge shopping centres to small pasarmalams
Not a fantastic beach but loaded with memories: Sentosa beaches
Weekend outings with sister and brother in law in their car(miss the car too)
Dropping to JB for shopping
Going for ice cream with colleagues after a frustrating day of work
Going singing with gals although I don't end up singing much but its so nice to be entertained
Dancing with friends
Wine and dine with babes and baring our hearts out and watching tipsy acts by some keke
Lovely dinner and roof breaking laughter with in laws
Deepavali with my mum's cooking that we always have several helpings to and with friends over to play sparklers
GV movie theatres
Shocking surprises, "kidnapping" experiences and birthday projects
As days go by distance always happens between relationships. It maybe weird sometimes to get together back again but good relationships are like sinking slowly into a rocking chair. Uneasy at first but can't get enough soon after.
Its so miserable to know that your friends are meeting up without you. Not because you are jealous but because when you were around you did your best to always show up and not cancel on them as it is not easy to meet. Because also you know it would be so much fun. And its more miserable to know that you will not be there at arms length for their life changing events, happy or sad or daily dilemmas that they may face with their family, friends, boyfriend, colleagues, boss or even with their car.
Well that's part of migration. To leave behind and look back at memories at times with a gentle smile and a small ache in the heart.
