Finally, home.

I unpacked a few boxes last night. Some of the items have been in those boxes for almost 10 years. Yup, a few items that I brought back from the UK remained unpacked for the past decade since I never did find a good time to take them out, or the need to do so.

Truth to be told, I never once felt truly settled or at home in the last decade. In the first couple of years after I came back, I stayed in a rented apartment and were probably too occupied picking up the pieces and mending my broken heart after the first incident. When we finally parted ways at the end of 2004, I quickly moved into my parents' and straight away plunged into work and social activities that I never really had the time to see to those boxes. I guess, deep down I knew I didn't belong to any one place (not even my parents') hence always looked forward to those travelling days either for work, voluntary work or diving.

Anyway, when I finally remarried 2 years ago and moved into a rented apartment with Big Boss, the move was swift, thanks to those largely unpacked boxes. To be honest, I was happy at the apartment and didn't see any point of finding our own place. Those boxes were nicely tucked away in the store room too. But towards the end of our tenancy agreement, the owner started to talk about selling the unit and we panicked. With much hesitations (mainly on my part!) we finally bought our own house at the end of last year and moved in last month. We did almost all the cleaning, repairing and painting ourselves so this house is truly ours in every sense.

I guess, my non-committal years are finally, truly, over and it is now the time to deal with those boxes.. because I am at long last, HOME.

I used to have fresh tulips, daffodils or carnations in this vase a decade ago. I guess it's time to shop for fresh flowers again...