We’ve just arrived in Kuching, Sarawak.
Today marks the beginning of the second chapter of our life in Malaysia—just the three of us, me and my two boys.
As our plane departed from Kuala Lumpur and headed east, memories of the two years we spent in Perak gently came flooding back.
It wasn’t until the very last moment—right before leaving—that I realized how deeply moving it can be to part with a place I had grown so fond of.
“I’m sure we’ll meet again someday.”
That’s what I kept telling myself.
But when I finally saw poople who had meant so much to me, all I could say was “thank you”—and with those words, warm tears began falling silently down my cheeks.
It wasn’t quite sadness, or loneliness—it was something deeper. A quiet ache, as if a small part of my heart had been left behind.
I told myself, “It’s just another move within Malaysia, we’ll see each other again.”
And yet, somewhere deep down…
Somewhere deep down, I may have already sensed that—being a foreigner—Malaysia might never truly become a permanent home for me.
I’m not sure. Even now, I still can’t quite find the words to describe how I felt in that moment.
From the airplane window, I caught a glimpse of the Sarawak River.
This was a new place, where we knew no one.
And yet here we were, about to begin a new life in Kuching—just the three of us.
The emptiness I felt after parting with those dear to us in Perak was still there, lingering in my heart.
But I think the little sparks of excitement, along with the busy rhythm of settling into a new life, will slowly begin to fill that space.
So here we are, Sarawak.
And hello, Kuching.
Please take good care of us—for a little while.
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