About Packing

So the day that had caused us much anxiety and put us under weeks or perhaps months of madness finally arrived
We lugged 8 luggages, a stroller and a carseat, flew half way round the globe and made it to Montgomery

The kids were amazingly well behaved and cooperative throughout the flight
They slept when they were tired and ate when they were hungry
At Seoul’s Incheon Airport, they entertained themselves, scootering and dancing around in luggage trolleys

Yet earlier on at the departure gate, as we bade goodbyes to our families, the reality hadn’t quite sunk in for me
In 25 hours’ time, we would set foot in a totally new place and start our new lives
With new house, new schools, new routines and new people to meet
It is exciting and it is scary

To someone who once said I was fearless
I couldn’t say it better than Mark Twain
Courage is resistance and mastery of fear, not the absence of it

Many said, we had done this before
Yes indeed but the fact is, experience didn’t reduce the things we needed to do
Neither would it have made the move any less painful if we hadn’t learned the lessons each time

I ended up having to part with so many things for the last couple of weeks, that at one point, it hit me that I had been so imprudent for all the money, time and effort spent in accumulating those things, which did very little in improving our lives and  then, we had to go through the emotional turmoil of parting with them

I probably wouldn’t have came to this if not for the few major moves that we had gone through for the last decade
Yet what’s life if not for the striving for material gains and status
I stood between realisation and wonderment

We started living from our lugguage a week before we left
We moved into a temporary lodging
Caught our last sun set in Singapore from there

The only toys we brought along for the kids were their Lego
And for 1 week, they played nothing but Lego

They played Minecraft, not from iphone but using Lego Duplo
They built houses so that the zombie couldn’t attack them at night
They built planes and futristic aircraft

Back in our home, they hadn’t play that much Lego
I realised they were given too many toys and too many choices
And it would be our fault if they hadn’t learned prudence and contentment

As I sat in the plane, watching the first ray of light does it wonder
Lighting up the horizon in mystical colours
While snuggling up close to my husband, with my 3 1/2 year old sleeping soundly in my lap
and my 9 year old boy snoring despite sleeping in a very awkward position

I realized that I would have packed everything with nothing
So long as the family stays together



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


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)