The Move

I'm attempting to type this in between piles of boxes, baskets and bags of all sorts. Let's hope I can quickly get this done and published. If I don't get to finish this, you'll know that it's probably because I can no longer balance this notebook on the whole pile, forcing it to snap close or whatever... ;)

(picture taken from: www.arenamagazine.co.uk)
We're moving out and I'm filled with a mixture of emotions. Yes, there were sleepless nights, followed by headaches, backaches and heartaches for the past month. I'm not being sentimental about the memories I had with him here because I'm too practical to feel just that (yeah, sure!). Of course there were beautiful memories of us transforming this dilapidated house into our love nest albeit this wasn't the house that Mr D built. My anxiety to move out is more of the fear of uprooting and settling down on my own. The things to pack - what do I do with his things? Honey, what should we do with this? The loading - 'if only he were here...' The new place - where's my handyman? Where do I put this, this and that?

When we moved into this house, my man spent hours making up the toilet, attempting to improve on the minute kitchen, laying out new carpets over the dingy fitted ones, etc. Hence, there is that constant question at the back of my mind: who's going to help me when we get to the new house?

This is where the blessings of the Almighty is extended to us. I've got friends who have offered a hand and vans on the big day. I've also hinted for help in repairing and setting up some things around the house. Thus, all will be well, InsyaAllah.

Many have asked the reason for the move but it's perhaps best to say that it's just for the better. Many a times has the thought of moving out to a better place (perhaps one a little warmer and with a slightly bigger kitchen) struck my mind, but there was no way I'd get another place offering the same rate. So, I persevered and I told the children to hold on. My landlord's personal problem now is therefore just a reason for us to take the big step out of this house! Here we go!!

As reluctant and hesitant as I am about the move, I'm taking all this good-naturedly. It's hijrah. It is and will be better for us all, God willing. But I can't help feeling the irony of it all - we're moving into the house he had initially booked two years ago... Perhaps it really is fated?! Is it, Cayang?