13 years ago ...

When I opened my brother's blog this morning, i noticed his most recent post, A Journey Down Memory Lane (Part 1).

It made me ponder a while. It has been more than 10 years since we moved here. Back then, I was in Primary 3, 1995's mid-year holidays. Heheh, still remembered (vaguely) the first trip to Taman Sri Pulai with mama, looking at the new house. For every little thing I see unfit about the house, I said "Takyah beli la rumah ni, ade xxxx" or "Teruknye rumah ni, tayah beli la, mama". Till mama grew tired (and angry) at poor little me, who didn't want to move away to a new place, new friends, new school, new house, new life.
As sure as the sun will set, we eventually moved here despite my (frail + funny) attempt to discredit the house on our first visit there. A big lorry (or is it two?) and ayah's proton saga W-- 5400 (I think... cant remember the plate number) made their way all the way from 36, Jalan Maktab, to our new home in Taman Sri Pulai.

And fast forward to now, almost 15 years, 13 years to be exact, on June 2008. Lots of sweet sour salty bitter experiences. My home sweet home. And, now, after a new addition to our siblings, Zafirah, 4 boarding school lives, we are leaving the house, maybe for good. I don't know. The four of us siblings are (almost) big enough to fly on our own, leaving the nest for good. Zafirah will follow mama, if she decided to move to Selangor after she retires. What's in store for my sweet 2ara3, only time will tell.
If it's up to me, I'd hate to see it sold off to a stranger. Disliked seeing it rented to another. But alas, i dont have the authority (I ain't the owner) nor the moolah to keep it. As for me living there, I saw only a (very very) slim chance. I dont think Alya would settle for living in Johor.

(^-^) mixed feeling when thinking about the home that watched me grew up.