Goodbye Home...
Before we left, this was how our home looked like. It was very much like how we'd seen it soon after renovations 4 over years ago, before we got married. Time flies. The condition now is 4 yrs later, and empty again due to relocation...Can't help tearing when images fleet across my memories.
Happy memories before we left
Was at my parents' plc a wk before we left. Effectively even tho we said we'd stay there for a wk, we didn't. We were back at home to pack and either went back to sleep only during the night or not at all. Very very grateful to my parents for their unconditional help during that week. Even tho dad didn't want us to leave cartons of stuff with them, citing the lack of space, he eventually took in everything we brought over to them coz we had no space left in our luggages. They kept assuring us to not worry about the mess we made in their home. Just leave everything for them to pack and focus on our own packing. Even the PC and stuff could be left there till my bro had time to set them up. I love my family and they never fail to be so supportive during the busiest time of my life.
In comparison, I was rather disappointed at another close one's reactions when we returned her the stuff she left at our home, thinking we've brought stuff to store up at her place. She flared up and got angry that we brought things over without finding out what was in the bag first. To think that we carried bulky items up to her place and set things up for her despite our own busy packing schedule and that alone took a day of our precious time. I didn't even have to compare to feel really disappointment over such an irresponsible and unreasonable reaction. If she'd had seen how messy we made my parents' place, I wonder if she'd feel disgusted by her own reaction? Or if that mess was at her place, I wonder how that will feel?
I love my parents, my brother, my family. I love them for their simpleness I love them for loving me without strings attached. I won't want a family who's so calculative over every little thing and cares only for herself....What a time to show true colour. There's no time to reconcile. Maybe we will in 2 yrs time, if there is to be a proper reconciliation.
I think some of you felt something that day when you sent us off at the airport. Jingz, you asked if I wanted to go give her a hug. I just didn't feel like I want to. It was like a slap in the face that day she flared up at us over nothing when we've done so much for her.
Anyway, to make AN happy, mum took out all the kids' stuff she inherited from my cousin's grown up kids. This is a swing that dad dug out from the loot. hee. AN slept happily on the swing :)
Ministry's farewell dinner
It was so sweet of them to do up a scrapebook album for us. Some pictures were taken so long ago we never knew we took them. There are a few more pages which I didn't have time to take pics of. Hope to be able to do so soon.
Here's a mix of our group photos and the scrape book they compiled for us. I can't seem to be able to sort the pictures properly. Pardon me while you scan thru the assortment of pictures in a terrible order *blush*
Baileys and Maen in their WISH for the last time
That was the last trip back to my parents' place bfore Mr Liow passed the car to the next temporary owner. This is the 1st time they're sitting at the back tho. They've always been on back passengers' seats.
Last Goodbyes
My family who stood by me all the while. Minus the presence of my bro and ah girl who'll only be back in May...
In or outlaws...hmm
The ministry
The girls
Mr Liow's fighting partners
On our own now...
Right after boarding, AN fell into a deep sleep..
At Narita Airport 6 hours later
Took no pictures at LA coz I was rushing. MR Liow took pictures of Baileys on his HP. Let me see if I could get it from him to update one of these days.
Many hours later (losing count)
Tried taking a panorama view but it's not easy with cars whizzing pass every other second. hee. Anyway, it's all mountains and cactus here. You'll see when I start taking pictures again.
More mountains
Happy memories before we left
Was at my parents' plc a wk before we left. Effectively even tho we said we'd stay there for a wk, we didn't. We were back at home to pack and either went back to sleep only during the night or not at all. Very very grateful to my parents for their unconditional help during that week. Even tho dad didn't want us to leave cartons of stuff with them, citing the lack of space, he eventually took in everything we brought over to them coz we had no space left in our luggages. They kept assuring us to not worry about the mess we made in their home. Just leave everything for them to pack and focus on our own packing. Even the PC and stuff could be left there till my bro had time to set them up. I love my family and they never fail to be so supportive during the busiest time of my life.
In comparison, I was rather disappointed at another close one's reactions when we returned her the stuff she left at our home, thinking we've brought stuff to store up at her place. She flared up and got angry that we brought things over without finding out what was in the bag first. To think that we carried bulky items up to her place and set things up for her despite our own busy packing schedule and that alone took a day of our precious time. I didn't even have to compare to feel really disappointment over such an irresponsible and unreasonable reaction. If she'd had seen how messy we made my parents' place, I wonder if she'd feel disgusted by her own reaction? Or if that mess was at her place, I wonder how that will feel?
I love my parents, my brother, my family. I love them for their simpleness I love them for loving me without strings attached. I won't want a family who's so calculative over every little thing and cares only for herself....What a time to show true colour. There's no time to reconcile. Maybe we will in 2 yrs time, if there is to be a proper reconciliation.
I think some of you felt something that day when you sent us off at the airport. Jingz, you asked if I wanted to go give her a hug. I just didn't feel like I want to. It was like a slap in the face that day she flared up at us over nothing when we've done so much for her.
Anyway, to make AN happy, mum took out all the kids' stuff she inherited from my cousin's grown up kids. This is a swing that dad dug out from the loot. hee. AN slept happily on the swing :)
Ministry's farewell dinner
It was so sweet of them to do up a scrapebook album for us. Some pictures were taken so long ago we never knew we took them. There are a few more pages which I didn't have time to take pics of. Hope to be able to do so soon.
Here's a mix of our group photos and the scrape book they compiled for us. I can't seem to be able to sort the pictures properly. Pardon me while you scan thru the assortment of pictures in a terrible order *blush*
Baileys and Maen in their WISH for the last time
That was the last trip back to my parents' place bfore Mr Liow passed the car to the next temporary owner. This is the 1st time they're sitting at the back tho. They've always been on back passengers' seats.
Last Goodbyes
My family who stood by me all the while. Minus the presence of my bro and ah girl who'll only be back in May...
In or outlaws...hmm
The ministry
The girls
Mr Liow's fighting partners
On our own now...
Right after boarding, AN fell into a deep sleep..
At Narita Airport 6 hours later
Took no pictures at LA coz I was rushing. MR Liow took pictures of Baileys on his HP. Let me see if I could get it from him to update one of these days.
Many hours later (losing count)
Reached Country Inn safely with baby and Maen
Dirty Maen being quarantined in her crate till AN slept
A finally clean Maen. No Baileys coz he was with Mr Liow. When he came, I've got no time to take pictures anymore
Getting AN ready few days ago. Baby was cranky coz she was having jet lag
Tried taking a panorama view but it's not easy with cars whizzing pass every other second. hee. Anyway, it's all mountains and cactus here. You'll see when I start taking pictures again.
More mountains
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