Moving out to move inside out

Sometimes, moving out means moving in inside out.
It has been exactly 2 months since I moved out from this place of 3-years-and-4-months. Many memories buried inside, and quite many dreams that I have to choose to leave behind and make few things right.
The place was remarkably peace and quiet, with lots of greens and bushes that Orang Asli constantly brought up their shotguns while riding on their Kriss motorcycle towards uphill, presumably hunting for monkeys or trying hard to imitate Arnold in Terminator 2. Once in a while, shots were heard. And once in a while too, sound of joyful Orang Asli can be seen clearly when they ran towards downhill; screaming and laughing upon catching their prey. Residents from both high-rise condos just watching happily, and both sides of the world are in harmony.
Things changed, and changes changed things.
The condo have cracks here and there, and further development with endless dusts from lorries carrying almost everything and running up towards the hills, destroyed the peace. There’s peace no more, and my work is also ran downhill; stagnant and stuck in a rut. Parents advised to move out and smell a different place, and so I did. From there, things really changed. And it felt really good.
Despite the old-green and quiet place are already different with coming-soon connected highways, once in a while I went there to see the unit from below; how quiet and peaceful once upon a time it was. Its like visiting our own kindergarten and wondering where the time has gone all this time, and perhaps by leaving something behind it’ll be our only chance to see it from afar, for a very good reason.
Sometimes how a period of time can’t be bought by money at all, and by living far away might be the only time we can see what lies beneath our Mahathir-nose all this while.
Toodlepips.


