Of old memories

Memory is such a powerful thing. Notice how whenever we say we miss someone, we often find ourselves reminiscing the times we had with them. Quite frankly, we miss the memory of being with them more than them, themselves. The places we go to, the things we talk about, the things we do together. We miss their company. And that's the truth. Not that it's a bad thing, not at all. It's just, normal.

So last weekend was when my in-laws moved back to their hood, Kelantan. After staying elsewhere for decades. This last house, in particular, was where they stayed for the past 11 years. Naturally, it was bittersweet to leave the place. Bitter cause it's goodbye after so long, Sweet cause they're finally moving back to their hometown, for good. 

My husband and I have been commuting back and forth ever since we got married. We'd stay overnight almost every weekend. It's when we'd be enjoying the company of a fairly big family, all under one roof, and it's also when my husband gets to enjoy his mom's cooking and escape mine ;p.

And that was it. 11years worth of memory. Memories of fun, laughter, pains and bruises of a couple with 8 children. Memories of them growing up, memories of them getting married, leaving the house, and finding their way back every now and then. 

So long, Presint 10, Putrajaya.