Was at a friend's recently to help bao bak chang. My first attempt and certainly won't be my last. My bak changs turned out to be quite alright though they cannot be compared to those sold at the stalls in terms of appearance. Fortunately, the rice from those bak changs I wrapped didnt spilled out while they were boiling in the pot. Phew... And tasty too!
Friends cannot believe that I, one who supposedly do not know how to boil water, or is only capable of frying eggs when it comes to cooking, am now so domesticated. Well, people change due to circumstances, don't they? I am not saying this is entirely bad. I adapt. Instead of bumming around and do nothing all day at home, I choose to do something useful and challenge myself into uncharted territorries like cooking. And I am glad to say, I find joy in my new found hobby. I would never expect myself saying this 3 years ago.
Although I am far away from home, from my beloved friends, from my family, from all things familiar, life here is not that bad after all. I am beginning to embrace my new life here, learning new things everyday and learning to let go a little of what I have been holding on to: I am ceasing to be part of my Back Home gradually. It is a sad fact but this is also the consequence which I have to bear after I have decided to move here. Home is where your heart is. Is it possible to have my heart in two places?
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