When we arrived in Kuching, all we had with us were two suitcases filled with the bare essentials.
The house was furnished, but none of our personal belongings had arrived yet. Standing in a kitchen with empty shelves and a space that didn’t quite feel like ours just yet, I felt a mix of nerves and excitement—like hope gently whispering, “You’ve got this.”
The very first thing we needed to do was simply get through the day.
So we headed out to buy water, food, and daily necessities. Since our car hadn’t arrived yet, we relied entirely on Grab for transportation. Even with my two boys helping, loading up the growing pile of groceries and hopping in and out of Grab rides over and over again took more energy than I expected.
Over the first two days, we visited AEON Mall Kuching Central and CityONE Megamall.
Both were new to us, and each had its own character.
✔ AEON felt familiar—like an old friend—since we had often shopped there when we lived in Perak. Seeing Japanese snacks and condiments again brought a comforting sense of home.
✔ CityONE, on the other hand, had a more local and slightly unpolished feel — but that was exactly what made it interesting. It gave us a glimpse into everyday life in Kuching. The supermarket Everrise on the ground floor was a great discovery, too.
Compared to West Malaysia, I noticed prices in Kuching’s supermarkets were generally higher.
I didn’t compare things in detail, but heavier items like bottled water, canned goods, and detergents seemed pricier—likely due to transportation costs being added on.
After full days of running around town, my children were completely worn out.
By evening, they were sprawled on the living room floor, chatting and laughing.
Even though the place was still empty, with no boxes unpacked yet, it already started to feel like our space. I could hear their voices echoing off the bare walls, and I thought, “Yes… this is going to become our new home.”
Coincidentally, the day we arrived in Kuching was also the day we were told our car would reach the port.
But with the weekend in the way, we’d have to wait until Monday, December 11th, to pick it up. Just a little longer.
As for me, I came down with a slight fever—probably from the exhaustion of moving.
So that first Sunday, I stayed home and took things slowly. I gave myself time to rest, both body and soul, while organizing what little we had.
Starting a new life often begins this way—with small decisions, adjustments, and learning to go with the flow.
We’re still finding our rhythm. Still figuring things out.
But maybe that’s why everything feels so vivid—like the beginning of a story we’ll never forget.
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