It is my second last night here in this house that i spent 26 years in. 34 Jln Cokmar. What shall I be feeling?

Being in front of this screen, listening to my typing alone with the sound of the noisy fan still humming behind me. All see like any other night but i know it will be one of my last times typing in this house.

We will be moving... moving things to the new place. But we can't move the memories this place has provided us because afterall i did so many things in this house. From my first baby step, to my first exam paper in primary school, secondary school.... Many things. And i owe it to this place and the people who made the memory for me.

I was taking snap shots of the house. Frantically. I want to capture the last essence and hopefully bring it with me. But I know i am snapping just a faction of it. Not to be compared to the feelings that have seeped into the walls here.

Most of the things are packed. No longer it feels like the same place. It has become colder.. and colder... soon the feeling will become memory. only to be dug out at times when i need it.

I can't possibly cry. But i can't help to feel sad as well. i know that this day will eventually come. And just that for us it has come rather suddenly.

I have got to say thank you to the walls here which gave me shelter, memory , fun, sadness, and making me me.

I grew up in this place. And it is time to say byebye to it.