We have officially moved

Everything is arranged in its place thus no more boxes lying around the house waiting to be kicked. The house is looking more and more like a home.

 

Actually, I haven’t completely arranged things; I’ve put the remaining boxes - mostly filled with items that are not used often, in the storeroom. They will eventually find their way out when they are needed.

 

 

I am falling in love with the house faster than I thought.

 

Perhaps it’s because of all the things surrounding the house. Such as the unpretentious little mosque just right in front of our veranda, where the loyal muezzins calls for prayers 5 times a day and short sermons are presented after dawn prayers – in Malay and English. Or the neighbors’ maid who entertains herself by singing her heart out following the music on her radio, starting from 10am to 1pm, which indirectly provides me a daily 3 hours of Indonesian pop concert. Or maybe the laughter of children playing and chasing each other in the drive way during the hours before the sun sets.

 

But it certainly isn’t because of the very thin walls of the house that can make one hear every single movement next door and therefore makes me mindful each time I need to fart.

 

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My dear friend Faiz tagged me. I am sorry that I couldn’t have done it earlier due to the moving et al. I don’t have a scanner right now to scan the most precious wedding picture. But I’ve taken a shot of a picture on my dressing table which I cherish the most. A black and white picture of Beloved Other Half and I goofing around after our nikaah.