Parklane

We've finally moved into the new house.

And I have to say.
It looks like something out of a magazine.

All my life I've only ever seen my friends move into big bungalows with posh furnishings and lots of land around the house.

Never did I expect to one day live in a house exactly like it.

It's beautiful.

Gated property about half an hour from town centre. Lovely neighbours. The dogs get to go for their walks every evening. I finally have my own bathroom instead of having to use the common bath. The shower is a dream I've never spent more than an hour having a shower before :P

 The dining.

The hall.

 This is from the main entrance/foyer.

It's dad's birthday and mum and dad's anniversary today. Had a quiet evening in with the neighbours. The big do is on Saturday and dad has no clue what's coming his way.

Got back last Friday evening.

Took a flight from JB to KL as usual and a Yoyo back to Ipoh.

Bus rides make me so sick I can't stand it. I starved the entire day just so I wouldn't get motion sickness but it still got to me. Bloody nonsense.

Addicted to The Piano Guys. Bought their CD today and it's playing for the third time in a row since early this evening.

And after weeks I'm finally having a little time to get back to my reading.

Current read is Dorothy Koomson's Goodnight Beautiful. Nova reminds me so much of Amber from The Chocolate Run. And Mal reminds me of the guy she meets at the store while sniffing chocolates. 

I'm only about quarter of the way through but it's a beautiful read so far.

"...Maybe at some point I would grow up. Not in the sense of being old enough to vote, get married, leave home, get a job. But in the sense of being able to understand the world more. Being able to pinpoint why some are chosen, some are not. Why are some are blessed and others seem to suffer. Maybe that was what being a grown up truly meant. You finally understood the ways of the world you were finally given insight into the truth of life. Maybe you could do all those other things, live as though you were grown up but you would never be grown up until you had that kind of understanding and knowledge. Until you had that kind of enlightenment. Maybe that's what enlightenment was. Maybe it wasn't being able to sit crossed legged while wearing white robes and chanting and feeling 'at one with the world', as I had been reading about; maybe enlightenment was simply being able to understand."

"And sometimes, it's not his eyes that go wandering, but his heart. And how do you stop that? How do you stop him being in love with someone else at the same time that he is in love with you? How? By being thin? Because believe me, that doesn't always work. In fact, it never works. So, how do you stop him splitting his heart in two and giving you only half? When you're meant to be the one who gets it all, how do you settle for half?"

Reading.

I feel so complete when I read.

More soon.

:)