Tick tock!

Actually, most of my timepiece are digital, my watches are digital/analogue because I don't want to look stupid wearing digital watch. It's easier to count pulses or breath cycles or to time contraction using digital watch. Healthcare provider should have stopwatch... sorry coaches, they also need to time thing.

Tick tock, no, I'm not singing Ke$ha's song. I'm counting my time left in this city I've been calling home for about 8 years. Moving to another place is like uprooting a tree. What if the tree is a mature 8 years old tree.

I am here packing (and typing obviously). I still haven't pack my clothes. My priorities are exercise equipment, tons of DVDs and then my clothes. I have to leave my books although they are actually the most important ones. However, I can just ask my somebody to send them home later, either to my hometown (aka new home) or our family's farmhouse which is nearer.

It's like repatriation or half repatriation. See, I call both my hometown. This city is near to my family's home, but I'm going back to my birthplace. There's my conundrum, which is my hometown. I consider my birthplace as my hometown. This city is considered as my parent's hometown.

This city is raining again... can I not leave. It's a typical Libran thing. Indecisiveness. Half of me is happy to leave, half are reluctant.

Okay, wish me luck in my new place (which is actually my old place...) I wonder if I live in a bigger country. How would I feel. It's like moving to west coast from east coast. It's like Elle Woods, living in West coast, moving to East coast... except, I don't move to go after my 'love of my life'.

Ughhhhhhh...

Insya'Allah* everything is gonna be alright.

Peace and Love






*God's willing... it's Arabic.