Am I happy here? That is the question that I've been asking myself all day, every day. Am I happy here in Ireland? Short answer, no. I'm not. I'm trying to be happy for my wife. I'm trying to cheer my day up every day for my wife. Every day I'm missing my country. Missing my family, my friends, my car, my old house, my old furnitures. I thought that moving here is hard enough that I can take it but the truth is that it's fucking tough. It's nearly the end of Ramadhan and I'm missing the feeling of Eid.
Past few days, I've decorated my room with decoration lights that'll bright the whole room and I would turn on the seasonal songs for Eid by Malaysians. 2022 memories gushing in my mind. It was happy days. It was happy times. It was funny though. Surely I'm not going to have a fucking blast this year but I'm gonna make sure that next year, me and my wife will be celebrating Eid in Malaysia. 2 weeks off. 3 last days of Ramadhan. 11 days of Eid. It'll be awesome.
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