This is probably my very last time in Be’s office. We are finally going back to Oman next Tuesday. Finally! Can you imagine yourself living in a hotel and driving a rental car for 16 months? Well, okay. It’s not all that bad. Really. That is if you know when exactly you are going home. But imagine you are dragged month after month, delayed from going to the place you call home. Mr. McGee pun would get angry, (you wouldn’t like me when I’m angry) I tell ya.
And tonight we had our definitely last supper at Restoran Indonesia here in Calgary. Did I ever tell you about the restaurant, by the way? I probably did when I wrote about some cultural performance I got to see some time ago. So, I had Ikan Lombok Kechap (Ikan Masak Kicap ler tu), and Sawi Tumis tonight. Hmmmm. Not that I can’t cook all that, but we are in the process of mengosongkan peti es. Echeh! Alasan.
I bet you know the feeling when you are just sooooo tired of your own cooking. I was on the phone with Cik Nan couple days ago and she was feeling the same way. So, we tortured ourselves talking about Mee Bandung, Mee Rebus and Mee Hailam. Boleh buat sendiri. Anytime. Especially me, here in Calgary. Supermarket T&T cik main complete lagi. Segala maknenek ada. Sajer je memorbidkan diri. Ahak.
So we are going home. Hmmm. Sometimes I don’t even know what that really means. I have been “away” for far too long, that I am not quite sure where I belong anymore. People say, home is where the heart is. Well, that too is in the grey area now. I am somewhat floating. And so is my hope. I guess.
Questa è Enida 
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