Blessing in Disguise

A lady inspired me to blog today. She’s my landlord.

Let’s wind back to the moment I left my family & besties.

Honestly, I left all my sadness at KLIA. After saying goodbye and going in to the terminal it felt so liberating.

A sense of relief and freedom rushed over me. And I just got more excited as the time passed. Even until now I am so grateful for being here and living my dream.

Classes were a struggle at first. Being alone in a foreign country isn’t easy, but it was what I wanted – a challenge. And I am proud to say that I have made it.

I have made a group of friends who have my back and found people in my neighborhood who would do anything for me.

But of course there were rough patches such as yesterday, I was told that I had to move out. It’s definitely the last thing I need having 2 midterms the next day but I had no choice.

The story summarized : I did not know I was not suppose to tell people that I lived there, because they (my housemates) were making money off my rent without informing the landlord. One day I forgot my key so I was locked outside the house. My neighbor saw me and offered me to go in (IT WAS COLD). We talked and stuff and I told them what I didn’t know was a secret. Truth got out and the landlord wanted to raise the rent. My housemates asked me to bare the cost and I was like NO so I moved out the very next day (which is today)

How did I find a place so fast you may ask?

All thanks to this popo that I have morning conversations with before I walked to class. I remembered she asked me to help her to look for people to rent her place. *LIGHT BULB* I asked her if she could rent it to me instead and she said yes!

Guess what, I’m paying the same price for the whole floor instead of just a room at my previous place. The popo is too kind I can’t even.

She helped me with my move, cooked for me, clean up the unit with me while entertaining me on stories of her fruitful and interesting life.

She’s so inspiring. She a 87 y/o lady that lives alone! Every day she carries bags and bags of recyclables on her back all the way home. Including glass bottles! I saw the amount of it she had in her basement and my jaw just dropped.

She is so adorable and she couldn’t stop smiling at how proud she was for collecting it all.

She sells it and makes tons of profit. Imma learn from her too.

Since I got here, people are nice, but I missed the closeness of a family’s care and attention.

This popo showed me nothing but love and hospitality. :’) It being the month of my grandma’s death anniversary just hit all the soft spots in my heart for this popo.

I feel like my grandma is here with me somehow, taking care of me while I’m halfway across my home; through this popo.

I just teared when this popo prepared dinner and brought it down for me. She gave me my favorite soup that my grandma used to make for me.

It's been 5 years since I saw her, I miss my grandma so so much but I know that she will never leave me completely.