In a matter of hours, I will be flying home to Penang. My stay here in the US has been pleasant and nothing short of memorable. One scary thing is that I find I enjoy being alone. Maybe it's only been a month, but there was never a moment that I felt lonely when I walk from aisle to aisle shopping for groceries in Walmart or Fry's, or when I step into my room after a day's work, drop everything and get ready for a soak in the hot tub until my skin wrinkles up. Not even when I switch off the lights and burrow myself under the comforter and the 6 pillows I have on the bed. There's a sort of healing effect about being alone and far away from familiar faces and places. It wasn't dreamlike. It was more of a detachment. The life I was living before this seems so distant, and obscure. I wonder what life in this past month will feel like when things get going again back in Penang.
I will certainly miss the beautiful desert sunset and the cloudless blue sky, so saturated it almost looks painted, and how the moon and the stars look so much bigger and closer than they are back home. But I guess that's about it. I can't see myself living in a desert for all my life. It's too brown and the greens too muted. Almost all the buildings are brown and the grass aren't the green you expect grass to be! Maybe that's why there's a saying that the grass is greener on the other side? Probably coined by a desert cowboy, maybe.
Oh, but cowboys are so sexy!
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