Before I start this post, let’s have a moment to pray for the victims of Christchurch shooting.
May Allah grant them the highest rank of Jannah. Ameen.
Writing again after 3 months hiatus is hard. I spent so much time staring blankly into the screen, contemplating what should I write. Life update? Beauty review? Food review? Advice? Everything is here in my head but they are all unorganized, scattered in pieces and tangled in a mess, collected over the past 3 months. At least that is the case for me. But I love to write, it’s like the konmari-ing process of my thoughts. It surely takes time but the end result is always the same, me smiling by myself as I publish another post, like a mother looking at her child. Little moments. Heh.
So here we go.
The reason I haven’t been writing for a while was because I was too busy packing and doing preparation to return home. Yes, after three years living in a foreign land I hold close to my heart, I decided to go home.
In fact, I’m writing this on my bed in my little room, in my homeland.
Crazy. Why? People asked. Well, if I’m being honest, I myself don’t know. Sure, it was the stress, work, loneliness, things every foreigner goes through. But it wasn’t. It was a result of countless silent prayers. A choice after many discussions and me weighing down the pro and con. It just felt like the right thing. I hope so. I pray so.
So I started packing and completed any documents needed before going back. Bills, huge boxes, clearing the house, moving stuff etc. There were times during the process where I would question my own choice. But Alhamdulillah, He eased everything. I’m sure going to miss those times. It was hectic, but I felt relief. And for the first time, I wasn’t suffocating.
Fast forward to March, a special month for me. I went back, celebrated birthday with my family and received a special visit. I can’t believe I’m moving to the next phase of life but I guess the puzzle pieces are falling slowly, in the right place, at the right time.
Thank You for reading 🙂