a rush of blood to the head

My contemplation.



Almost three weeks passed.
The chaos that almost blow my brains out has slowly fades.

It took more than three hours to complete the transfer process, while in between did some labor work. Bruises and muscle-pain became the after effect.
A couple hundreds were lost during transit. Mainly due to cleanliness (or lack thereof) and speedy transit.

That one sweaty saturday was finally over.
The grudges has slowly dissapear... after a whole six months holding 'em in and helped excess wrinkles on my forehead.
All I can say, Alhamdulillahh... I've finally broke the chain of anger and flee to freedom.
What's done is done. Take it as a learning curve and don't get the same mistake twice!

Let's now welcome glenlyon.
The green door is wide open and the smell of old flat is still fresh.
a very different feeling rushed through my vein. The past seven years of luxuries and fresh white paint... are some things that very hard to just let go.
The little one felt at home, instantly.
I am too. slowly.

The green - white paints and yellow wallpaper become the new scenery. A bonus of browny garden is your front lawn. Chilli seeds, you reckon? =D
The wardrobe is most definitely love at first sight.

Flaws are around. cracks, smudges, scuff marks, ants patrol and limited hot water are just a few. But the old-fashionedness is what makes it homey.

There's only one kill-buzz, winter.
When wall-heater is out of the picture, other alternatives must be decided real soon.
Else, we'd be having winter inside out.

A lot has happened in the past three weeks.
The chaos of moving house, Arguments over arguments with estate agents, A stupid decision of unecessary expense, Dilemma occurs, Two big names have recently make the surprising call, and that add to another pros on going home...

The three weeks of not-so-busy life but got worked up in its own way..
So, whats happening in your neck of the woods?