Four years may be a long time but right now, I feel as if I never left and the memories of my time spent in the US seem like someone else's photo album that I studied carefully. Everything has stayed the same at home, suspended in a vacuum, that after four years, I am still sitting on the same couch, watching the same tv, sleeping on the same bed, driving the same car and having the same conversations with my parents. In this life, I feel like I'm 18 and I have to keep reminding myself that I am 24 (and unemployed!).
I've traded all the things I grew accustomed to for their Malaysian equivalents: The New York Times for The Star, Whole Foods and Trader Joe's for Carrefour (a Wal-Martish superstore where live shellfish and furniture are sold side by side), public transportation for a car (and heavy traffic) and happy hours for dinner with the family.
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