01/09/2025
I’ve spent almost half my life outside of Malaysia.
Moved to the U.S. when I was little.
Came back. Left again.
Came back again—this time, for good.
And every time I’ve stayed away for too long, something in me starts to feel… off.
It’s like my body knows.
Like it’s asking to return to the ground that grew me.
Malaysia isn’t perfect.
It challenges me, frustrates me, makes me question things.
But it also holds my memories.
My ancestors.
My healing.
Born in Penang.
Raised in KL.
Returned as a grown woman.
And still, this is the place I come back to when I forget who I am.
Because this is home.
Happy 68th Independence Day, Malaysia.
Thank you for rooting me, again and again.