Guess Who’s Back From The Dead

I really, really do feel dead. It has been almost 10 months since we’ve moved back to Malaysia from Glasgow, Scotland; and life has just been happening to us. And in a nonstop manner to boot. So much so that as I was talking to a relative, I ended up describing our life here as walking through a flipping minefield. We’ve averted some disasters and others have pretty much blown up in our faces. During times like those you can almost always hear either Husband or I say, “I wish we were back in Glasgow. Life was just so much simpler there.”

It really was simpler; lesser commitments, no stepping on peoples’ toes, no one stepping on our toes, being able to just be ourselves without any pressure or guilt, and the best part of it all was the beautiful weather where we would take deliciously long walks in the parks (without breaking a sweat despite the number of kilometres we had walked).

The last blog post was dated July 20, 2015 and it is now already May 2017.

It has been almost two years since I last blogged. TWO WHOLE DAMN YEARS! Where has the bloody time gone? Like WHAT? How has it been two years? What is going on?

There was a time that I could not sleep if I didn’t update my blog and now, sleep is all I think about. Hell, I would snooze in the car (not while driving, durr), if my girls would just ignore me for a me bit. Like no, you don’t need to ask me for the zillionth time why it rains Zia. You know the answer, I swear you do. Work that little brain of yours child!

So between July 2015 and May 2017; Husband broke his collar bone, Z become a big sister (a concept that we’re still working on  -_-),  I had another horrible birth experience/labour (which has really put me off having any more children at the moment), Husband successfully completed his PhD (and now really does have permanent head damage), Z turned 3, we survived a long haul flight with two under 5s, came back to Malaysia, looked and found a place for us to call our home, bonded with family, watched our girls fall in love with their grandparents, uncles and aunts (something that I was always wistful for), Husband went back to work, Baby N celebrated her first birthday, we celebrated New Year’s Eve by packing for our trip to Japan, went to Japan, enjoyed the whole trip despite everyone being ill at some point in the seven days, travelled a whole lot between states to visit family, went to Melaka (where the girls and I explored Melaka solo on foot – Glasgow style, while Husband was at a training program), experienced a flood (it was a little bit bad, our boxes from Glasgow were damaged-things had to be binned), moved into our own place (finally!),  and now here I am sitting on the floor and still being amazed at how so many things have happened and I didn’t blog about any of it. Huh.

The culprit of this absence I suppose is Instagram; Just heaps easier to post I suppose specially as things are happening in real time. Although I haven’t used Instagram stories yet so we’ll see if that ever happens.

But yes, here I am. Back. With silly attempts at putting my thoughts into words and have them make sense. There are just so many things I want to talk about and now I just hope I am able to find the time to do just that.

Wish me luck!

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