Honey I'm home!

Yesterday, I heard that there was an urgent opening to be filled in the Malaysian office. In the evening, I called the boss to check on the situation and to ask if I can transfer over.

Yes no problem.
Awesome.

This morning I found out that “urgent” means “start on August 24^th.” Oh shit, I’ve only one weekend to stock up on cheap clothes, mail my excess luggage by surface mail, put my financial affairs in order, arrange my air ticket, finish reading Gone With the Wind¹ and pack.

I’m going home!

Yet I’m a little nervous. I have not lived in the Klang Valley for more than 6 years. I don’t really know my way around town, there’s this need to get used to traffic jams and toll charges and parking charges.

It’s a bit like moving to Kyoto, except I don’t have a bomb proof excuse when someone gives me a wtf stare because I asked where is The Gardens. And I’m going home.

Having stayed alone for some years has made me used to doing things to my own terms. What time to eat, how clean to keep my room, if I want a proper meal or just chocolate biscuits for dinner, what time to wake up…

Anyway, I’m going home and it’s going to be yet another new world.


Footnotes:

1. The landlord’s bookcase contained an almost mint copy of Gone With the Wind, printed in 1980. Here’s one of many fantastic paragraphs:

It had begun to dawn on him, that this sweet pretty little head was a ‘good head for numbers.’ In fact, a much better one than his own, and the knowledge was disquieting. He was thunderstruck to discover that she could swiftly add a long column of figures in her head when he needed a pencil and paper for more than three figures. And fractions presented no difficulties to her at all. He felt there was something unbecoming about a woman understanding fractions and business matters and he believed that, should a woman be so unfortunate as to have such unladylike comprehension, she should pretend not to. Now he disliked talking business with her as much as he enjoyed it before they were married. Then he had thought it all beyond her mental grasp and it had been pleasant to explain tings to her. Now he saw that she understood entirely too well and he felt the usual masculine indignation at the duplicity of women. Added to it was the usual masculine disillusionment in discovering that a woman has a brain.

"Gone With The Wind", Mitchell, 1936