Home is where...

Malaysia was a blast. Learned more about how Ramadan is conducted. The royal baby just stole the name that I have been thinking of if ever I do have a son. Defender of God and Defender of Man. Reunions make me both happy and sad at the same time. I feel that something is missing. I guess it would have been my mom's presence. Maybe I am just tired. The flat is getting too be costly. But it is the home of our dreams, something that we can call our own. I hope I can find the right home in London.