My Favourite Hideout

It has been a week of endless sorting, packing and clearing
Each night I went to bed thinking that it was the last
Just to wake up to another day of madness again
It was like the scene in Groundhog Day, repeating the day again and again

Keep ? Sell ? Give ? or Throw ?
When this became a ceaseless cycle , it drained the most alert mind
leaving one comatose and drugged

I sat amongst piles of unsorted stuff, staring blankly, with little progress
When I finally broke out of it, I knew exactly what I should do

To drop everything and do as my heart desired
 


I found myself at my favourite hideout

 


where stumpy trees and tiny trail led to an enchanted garden
 


and I sneaked up to this, under the wispy pines where a commemoration waited to commence

 


and a ginormous tree guarded the gateway
 


I wondered off the beaten path, digging into unshaven shrubs
 


and found myself looking out at these tiny sails popping in and out the water, slowly drifting by

 

This place was beckoning me amidst the madness
And I was glad I came by for a good workout and to bid goodbye

I lugged home more memories to remember by
She’s so gonna be missed

 

 

More pictures of my favourite hideout here and here

 
Linking up with Rachel Teo’s Photo ‘Heart’ Friday

 
 

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Mother’s Day Toast

We were in the midst of packing and moving
There was barely space in the house to walk
and nobody was really interested in Mother’s Day, not the Dad, not the boys

So I was pleasantly surprised when I found a card in my 3 year old’s bag
He had made a Mother’s Day card for me in school

It was a yellow one tied with a red ribbon with gold trimming
He pasted little rectangular cardboard pieces around it and scribbled a portrait of me with big oogly eyes and short spikey hair (cos he couldn’t draw long hair)
Doesn’t matter if I looked more like Frankenstein mom
It was my first card from him and I couldn’t stop smiling

And thanks to preschool teachers, I get a nice card or a nice craft on special days
The elder brother who is in Primary school was too busy mugging for his mid year exam
But he too thought that the card was really nice

So I was busy making breakfast when he came in to shoo me out (the Dad was still snoring in bed, tired out from a night of packing)
Then I heard him rummaging through my pantry
intermittently calling out at me, reminding me not to barge in

Moment later, he scurried out of the kitchen with a slice of bread in hand
Before disappearing into the kitchen again and coming back with another slice
After a few rounds of dashing in and out, he was finally done

His little brother squealed with delight and excitement
He couldn’t wait
His hands were all over the toast

I quickly dished out a plate, arranged everything and snapped a few shots

These were so good you can even eat them on their own (sing it to Gardenia’s jingle)

 
 

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Sorry Isn’t The Hardest Word

Life is a little bit crazy right now
I finally got down to the much dreaded
Packing and selling
We are moving, again

My husband received news about an overseas job posting a while back
If fact, we knew it since last year
and the inital plan was for us to leave mid last year
I sold my sofa, almost sold my bed
had our things wrapped, packed and sealed in boxes from the shipping company (that’s where all my cardboard for craft came from)

Then we were told we were not going

So for weeks, we lived in an almost empty house
and I thought we would just hang in there
who knows, we might be asked to pack up and leave anytime

Home wasn’t cozy like how I wanted it to be
It was bare

I finally bought a new sofa, some new book shelves and filled up the space
Doesn’t matter if we might be leaving in a few months’ time
I realised that life had to go on
And I wasn’t going to sit around and wait for the unknown

So I was nonchalant when we were told again that we should be leaving end of May
I went ahead with the things I wanted to do
An elaborate birthday party, a cycling race, an excursion
Friends were surprised and worried for me because I had done nothing for the move

I thought why stress myself early when I could stress myself later
And anyway nothing was for sure

But now with the air tickets booked
We are less than 3 weeks from our departure
I am finally facing this head on

We are packing and putting almost everything up for sale, albeit slowly

I was elated when my first sale went through
I was like, ‘Hey, this is easier than I thought’

The buyer came over and hauled what that was now rightfully theirs out of the door
A chair that we had unconsciously grown attached to
A sofa that had unknowingly become part of our lives

I felt pangs of reluctance
A tinge of sadness
An unwillingness to let go

It had been an emotional roller coaster ride for the last week
And I have come to realized that
‘Sorry’ isn’t the hardest word
‘Goodbye’ is

 

 

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