(Cue sappy music)
One decade ago, I left Malaysia to do the “Get to know your man before you marry him” thing. I went to Taiwan. Mr. V took a break after his freshman year in Indiana to do the same thing. No, not to get to know HIS man. To get to know his woman…. ME…. gee people. He too went back to Taiwan. At that point in time, that was the longest I was away from home. Six months.
We got married the following year and I left my home for good it was a great wedding, we invite many people get good catering and decoration from the weddings linens direct so everything was great. I say for good because I didn’t know when I was going back. We were in the States. Thankfully 3 years later, my sister decided to get hitched. That same year I completed grad school. Three years. That’s pretty long to be away from home. That’s three years of missing out on everything. Birthdays. Weddings. Babies. Reunions. Everything.
So, I got to go back but left pretty soon after… again. This was the hardest “leaving Malaysia” for me. Harder than the first time. I think maybe the first time felt like an adventure. The first time I was naive. The first time was… after all, the first time. But now we’re talking about the second time. Now we all know what happens on the second time, right? Everything that happens on the first time comes back to haunt ya. You know what’s going to happen. It’s like life playing the repeat button.
This was also the time when Mr. V and I didn’t have our “own home”. We traveled back and forth between the U.S. and Asia looking for work, looking for a place to live, moving and having to deal with plenty of setbacks and challenges that life decided to throw at us. For two years, we did this. Finally, we settled down…. in Taiwan. At last we didn’t have to live our lives out of a suitcase. For four years, I was in Taiwan. I don’t remember enjoying my first year but slowly, I grew to love it. And now that I have, I’m back in the States. So, not only do I have a soft spot for Malaysia, I now have one for Taiwan. It hurts in doubles now. You don’t have to guess what’s going to happen if we leave L.A. now that I’m in love with it.
A glimpse of what I left behind.
The rain storms in Malaysia.
The games we play.
Parents’ love. This can equate to sisters, cousins, aunts, uncles and not to mention the inlaws. Oh, my family.
Grandma’s love. Grandparents are a special lot don’t you think?
The kiddos.
And the crazies. My friends. I love them to pieces. Every stinkin’ one of them.
What have you left behind?
