Questa è Enida

I have been looking at old pictures these days. In a way forcing myself to anticipate what’s coming, by looking at what I kinda took for granted. Our term here in Kuala Lumpur will only come to an end next year, but there has been discussions between Be and myself about venturing into the unknown territory. No, I shouldn’t say unknown. We have been talking about going back to Australia ever since we left Perth. Dismissing the thoughts at first, thinking that it was just us missing the civilization (we moved to Oman after Western Australia), we saw the opportunity thinning. After a year in Milan, and a year and a half in Calgary, our thoughts wandered back to Australia. But we moved to Kuala Lumpur, putting Australia yet again in the back seat.

When Cik Nan and Pete decided to take up a position in Adelaide, Be played the ‘testing-the-water’ game and toyed with the idea of jejak bertapak. Many moons after the long silence, the largest oil and gas company in Adelaide came back with a seriously no-playfool offer. Now the thought of going back is really taking us aback! At the moment, I am busy thinking of ways to not think about going to Adelaide. Not that I don’t want to go to Adelaide, but because I don’t want to think about leaving Kuala Lumpur. I did the very same thing when I was in Muscat – not thinking about coming to KL not because I didn’t want to come to KL, but because all of a sudden I realized I was taking Muscat for granted.

Granted! I am galloping out the door and gallivanting now, enjoying this mud city.