Home?

Have you taken a step back, think a while, and asked yourself. Where is home? Or where is home now?

I've been in Melbourne for the past 1 year now. 1 year, 1 month to be more accurate. I've lived in Malaysia a good 21 years. At the same time, Petaling Jaya feels like home, Melbourne is feeling like home.

I have this feeling of eventuality. It's somewhat in the mind of my family members, and also its kinda stuck on to me. My parents want to retire here, going back and forth to Malaysia and Melbourne. My sister is here for good. My brother and sister in law wants to raise their family in Melbourne, and eventually will be here.

John Wee? I love it here in Melbourne. Seriously I love it. I love the weather, I love the easy-going lifestyle. I love my friends. And one of the biggest pull, is I love Planetshakers. I think if it weren't for Planetshakers, I'll be more 50-50. But since Planetshakers, I seriously feel the calling to stay in Melbourne.

I'm already having dreams where I wake-up in Melbourne walking through its great gardens with flowers in my hands and a soft hand in the other, the smell of cheese, bread and other unknown untasted food in the deli as you walk through Victoria Market, the fresh cool air and wind as I walk by the Yarra River, the lights of the city at night, the jumps and cries and moments of just pure joy, peace and laughter as the shakers band cry out to God with passion, the crowd of people going to the footy screaming for their team although their just losing every match, the many sights, sounds of people of all colour and races.

Have to say. I used to miss Malaysia, or felt that I miss it a lot when I was with Nicole. But now, it seems all I mostly miss is just sitting on those shitty plastic chairs around a round crappy plastic table at Williams with Pei Biao and Eugene having a blardy huge teh-ais in hand, a very warm & oily anti-pesto that makes my heart miss a beat of every bite I take and watching Liverpool thrashing Manchester United at 2am in the morning. The heart missing a beat is not only because of Liverpool, but its but its more to do with the cholesterol in the anti-pesto having a go at my tender heart. Ha Ha. Those were good simple times.

Those times were wonderful. Malaysia is a awesome, wonderful, beautiful place. But so is Melbourne. Their different in so many beautiful aspects.

Where is Home? Where is Home? Where is Home?

Both are. Why should there be only one home?