fresh start with endless possibilities.
My family and I are transitioning into a new chapter of our lives as we settle into our new home. It's a journey filled with a mix of emotions—excitement, anticipation, and, admittedly, a bit of stress. Yet, despite the chaos that comes with moving, I can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude and joy.
A Home Upgrade: More Space, More Comfort
Our new home is everything we've been dreaming of and more. It's a significant upgrade from our previous place, offering us more space and comfort. The layout is perfect for our family, with ample room for everyone to spread out and enjoy their own personal space. For me, having my own space means a lot. It's not just about having a room to retreat to; it's about the much-needed privacy and the opportunity to create a little sanctuary that reflects my personality and interests.
The living area is bright and airy, with large windows that let in plenty of natural light. I can already imagine lazy afternoons spent curled up with a good book or hosting cozy movie nights with family and friends. The kitchen is another highlight—spacious, it's perfect for experimenting with new recipes and baking delicious treats. My mom loves to cook, I hope this kitchen feels like a dream come true.
The Challenges of Moving: A Test of Patience and Perseverance
Of course, the process of moving is never without its challenges. Packing up our old home was a daunting task, and it felt like we had accumulated a lifetime's worth of belongings. Deciding what to keep or discard was overwhelming at times. There were moments when the sheer volume of stuff made me want to throw in the towel, but we pushed through, motivated by the thought of our new home waiting for us.
The actual moving day was a whirlwind of activity. We had boxes piled high, and a constant buzz of energy in the air. It's exhausting work, and by the end of the day, we were all ready to collapse. Despite the fatigue, there's something oddly satisfying about seeing our belongings come together in a new space. It's like putting together the pieces of a puzzle, and with each piece that finds its place, our new house starts to feel more like home.
A Space to Make Our Own
One of the things I'm most excited about is the opportunity to personalize my space. In our old home, I never felt like I had the freedom to truly express myself. But now, with my own room, I can finally create a space that feels uniquely mine. I've already started planning out how I want to decorate—maybe some cozy fairy lights, a gallery wall of my favorite artwork, and a comfy reading nook by the window. The possibilities are endless, and I can't wait to make it my own little haven.
Making New Memories
Moving into a new home is more than just a physical change; it's a fresh start. It's a chance to create new memories and traditions, to build a life filled with laughter and love. I can already picture family gatherings around the dining table, game nights in the living room, and quiet moments of reflection in the garden. Our new home feels like the perfect backdrop for all these experiences.
While the process of moving can be grueling, it's the promise of what comes after that makes it all worthwhile. I'm so grateful for this new beginning and the opportunities it brings. It's a chance to grow, to explore new possibilities, and to create a space that truly feels like home.
As we unpack the last of the boxes and start to settle in, I'm filled with a sense of peace and contentment. There's a long road ahead as we continue to set up and organize, but I'm confident that this new home will be a place of comfort and joy for our family. Here's to new beginnings, fresh starts, and the exciting adventures that await us in our new home. I can't wait to see what the future holds!
crying along with the weather.
I find myself drawn to the pages of my old journal. Leafing through its weathered, yellowing sheets, I am transported back to a time when my words flowed freely, capturing moments of both lightness and shadow in my life.
One entry catches my eye, penned during another somber day much like today. I wrote about cigarettes back then, of all things—how many one could smoke in a day, as if counting them could measure the weight of my worries. The inked lines reflect a younger me, grappling with the heaviness of life, seeking solace.
But amidst these reflections on cigarettes and gloomy days, my journal also holds memories of my dad. How vividly I remember those childhood trips with him to Ranau and Kundasang. The mist would settle thick around us, a veil of cool dampness that made everything softer, quieter. Dadi would pull over to the roadside, and there, amidst the fog, my sisters and I would play, giggling as the dampness kissed our cheeks. Those were moments of pure joy, wrapped in the warmth of his presence and the innocence of childhood.
My dad was a good man—a gentle soul, though he never uttered a word about love, but I know in a way, he did love us. Even now, at nearly 25, I still feel like his little girl, forever held in his memories. The ache in my chest grows as I read those words I wrote years ago, realizing how much I miss him.
He suffered so much, bore burdens that weighed heavily on his shoulders. He had his flaws, as we all do, but he tried his best. I don't think he ever truly had a chance at a good life, yet he persevered. Now, as I stand on the threshold of my own future, I find myself yearning for a life that honors his memory—a life filled with happiness and fulfillment, the kind he wished for but never quite achieved.
I wipe away a tear, letting it mingle with the raindrops tracing their path down the windowpane. I wish I could have done more for him, shown him more of the love and gratitude he deserved. The memories flood my mind, each one a bittersweet reminder of the man he was and the impact he had on my life.
I whisper into the quiet of the room, to the memory of my dad, hoping somehow he can hear me across the divide that separates us. "I miss you, Dadi," I say softly, my voice breaking with emotion. "I hope I can make you proud. I hope I can find the happiness you wanted for me, so that in some small way, your spirit can live on through mine."
And as I close my old journal, feeling the weight of both past regrets and future hopes settle upon my heart, I know that his memory will always guide me. In the rain-swept quiet of this day.
