
As much as I love travelling and experiencing new places, I hate the packing and unpacking. In 2002, I backpacked with a couple of friends around Turkey. I must have had the largest, most overstuffed backpack of the bunch and that did not do MY back any favors. Looking back to even earlier days when I hiked up to
Mount Ophir with too heavy a backpack just because I had to make sure I had everything I needed or might need, in case of this or that. I remember thinking over and over again, as I struggled up the mountain, "Do I REALLY need this sleeping bag?"
I will probably never be a light traveller. This time, I have a good reason for my two large check-ins, a carry-on and my knapsack. I'll be away for 5 weeks and I have to pack a wedding dress, 4 pairs of shoes, goodies for friends and colleagues, candy for the reception table, among many many things I absolutely need or MAY need.
As I head for my other homes, Singapore and Malaysia. I wonder how different I will feel about Singapore as my home now that I have sold the flat that I have called home for many years. My parents moved from the small town I grew up in,
Batu Pahat, to
Malacca, where THEY grew up in the
Portuguesse Settlement about a year ago. Although I never spent a lot of time in Malacca, being at my parents' home does feel like home. It may be a different house but it has the same feel of the home I grew up in Batu Pahat. Perhaps it's the combination of familiar people and furniture.
As I write this, I have mixed feelings about my travels. I am looking forward to seeing family and friends and having all my favourite food. I know I will also miss my home here. When I have to leave Singapore and Malaysia to come back to Seattle at the end of the 5 weeks, I am sure I'll be having the very same mix of emotions.