Dementor’s Kiss

Maybe the ability to adapt with moving cheese diminish with age.

I remember Slim River is a really small town with coupla rows of business, literally difficult to find food, minimal activities thus bedtime used to be around 10pm. I remember feeling quite excited when I first posted there, I would wake up to really great fresh air and felt like singing ‘Sound of Music.’ Slim River was more than 2 years ago.

Kota Kinabalu is a totally different place. Lotsa food choices, buildings and cars everywhere, activities round the clock if you want it. Today is the first day of doing nothingness, and I felt depressed already. For the umpteenth time, I asked myself ‘What did I sign up for?’ But nobody is responsible for my decisions and my life except my own. Probably this is the time of transition. Or the time of settling down. Trying to swing a momentum.

I was wondering since KK was a definite better place than Slim River, why  was I able to adapt to Slim River rather easily? Yeah, then again, Slim River offered me a steady 8 to 5 job. Having nothing to kick start any engine now, or having stalled plan is just sucking the life out of me. It is like I forgot how to be happy. Cholerics need to get their hands busy. I have a great family here, but they have their own things to do. And again, I am left with no friends.

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