Where is home?

3 days back and I realise home is where my heart belongs to.

Yes, I'm back in my home sweet home. Have to bear with the humidity of course but being sweaty and smelly is a small price to pay to see my family and bf again, not to mention being in time for my martial arts group's 10 year's anniversay gathering (my gosh, has it been so long already!?) and also meeting up with a dear friend who is now swatting mosquitoes on a smaller island. Hasn't done much unpacking coz I was out most of the days and again, sleeping 6 hours every night, but for some strange reason I'm not exhausted and I have this new theory that every extra hour in bed is a waste of time. =)

Tomorrow is my Grandma's D.A. Every year I would call her from wherever I was to with her happy new year and she would talk to me in her dialect and I would answer her in mandrin, half understanding what each other is saying but fully appreciative of the love we have for each other. So strange that I can only talk to her through her tablet now. I miss her so very much.

MX is coming to visit tomorrow and I hope I'll get the chance to make the green tea ice-cream I promised him. It's great to have him around. I can let down my guard and be a little sheep around him. Needless to say I sulk less and smile more with him around. I think 60-80% of my 'unhappy' mood in London was because I could not have him by my side. It's funny how I always wished that he'll send me more things like cards, flowers and sweet little notes etc to reaffirm his love when we're apart but when I'm with him, just being with him is enough. There is no need for gifts and cards. One look says it all. And one smile makes my day.