Hiya! Today’s post is not beauty related and I foresee a wordy post ahead so do please read on if you would like to take a peek into my life. 😉
Some say the grass is always greener on the other end. Whichever end of the world we may be, we would somehow harp on the fact that the grass is perhaps, greener on the other end. I have friends to bemoan the fact that they are stuck in Kuala Lumpur where the routine includes crawling bumper-to-bumper in what I would call a ‘parking lot’ along the Federal Highway during the daily mad rush to get in, and out of the city.
I, on the other hand live in Garden of England, an idyllic town where tiny roads and old aged people (OAP) come together. Life here is peaceful, slow, to the point of it being (sometimes) stagnant as opposed to the gruelling fast-paced lifestyle the city has to offer. Both lifestyles are monotonous in a way: in Kent, life is always slow, easygoing; in Kuala Lumpur, life pretty much revolves around traffic congestion if you live outside the city like I do. Possibly, I view this from a shallow view. But I digress.
Some chided my decision to return to England. Some even had doubts on whether I did actually live in England. Some even wondered why I do not speak with an accent when I was home in Malaysia considering I spent close to 5 years in Great Britain. Well hello, hello. I spent 18 years of my life in good ol’ Malaysia. Spending 5 years abroad does not, and will not change the way I speak.
Some envied me.
‘Wow you are earning in GBP. Surely you’d be rich.’
True, I earn the Pound. But I’m afraid you left out the important fact that I am also spending in Pound.
More on why I’m back in England. I love the weather. Grey skies, foggy mornings are a few of my favourite things. What sun? What humidity? Next up, the people. Warm, all smiles bar the occasional grouch, the fact that chivalry is very much alive in England pleases me so. Nothing makes my day more than when a complete stranger holds the door open for you and greets you with a warm smile. Here, people are more than happy to help.
In Malaysia? I once held a door open for Mum and a man immediately jumped in front of me as I was about to follow Mum into the bank.
Here, people are open to various degrees. They accept you for who you are, not what you are. No upturned noses when they view what you read at university. They try to get to know you, and your abilities better before deciding if you are the right person for them.
In Malaysia? I attended an interview where the interviewer said to me
‘How do you expect us to hire you with such a rubbish degree? Go to a school lah‘
Granted, this does not happen to everyone and what I’m writing here is based on my personal experience. I even had people come to me saying
‘I think it’s brave of you to read this subject but I wouldn’t do such a stupid thing. No future man.’
How ironic. Applauding my courage then bringing me down with such a scathing remark? Gee, thanks a bunch.
I suppose you must now be wondering: will I ever come home seeing I’m placing my home country in a negative light?
My answer is yes.
Because home, is where the heart is. As cheesy as this may sound, I love home. Even though it makes me sweat buckets. Even though it makes my skin peel. Even though it hurts me everytime someone makes a not-for-your-ears comment on what I did at university. Even though it seems like such a dangerous country to live in at the moment with all these violent cases going on.
Malaysia is still home.
I came back to England to get away from the chaotic city life. To get away from all that negativity. To heal. To find myself.
Sometimes, I blame me for putting myself in this situation. Had I read a more popular and ‘appealing’ degree like Law, Accounting or God forbid – Medicine, I would probably be able to fit into society better. Society will accept me, and I would simply blend in with everyone else.
But I chose the road less taken, and I’m happy I did even though I am currently going through a slightly difficult phase where I am not sure if I’m heading in the direction that will lead me to where I want to be.
It may seem cool that I have access to fabulous brands and pharmacies such as Boots, YSL, Elemis, Becca and the list goes on. But little do others know that I yearn for some authentic Char Koay Teow (fried rice noodles, Malaysian style), Mum’s delicious one pot meals or the boyfriend’s family’s Bak Zhang (glutinous rice dumplings). Although I have a very loving Uncle and Aunties here, little do people know that I crave for hugs from my immediate family. I still have my regular b***h fests with Mum over the phone but nothing beats a nice cuddle on the couch / bed whilst watching the idiot box do it’s thing on a quiet evening with the family. Nothing beats walking around Sunway Pyramid with the boyfriend, him wrapping his fingers around mine wondering where on earth we parked the car.
Still think the grass is greener on the other side? Think again.