20 days

In 20 days our lives change completely.

KK asks me, repeatedly: “Are you excited?”

He clearly is. In between textbook pages he is seeing golf games and good food and feeling the imaginary longed-for perspiration.

Me, I regard the countdown at the top of the blog with bored surprise. He is disbelieving when I tell him: “No leh, I don’t feel anything. Nothing at all.”

I’m just not feeling it. No sentiment, excitement or fear.

Have we done anything? Not a whit. Have not sold a thing, have not packed a thing, have not said goodbye to anyone.

All I think of is whether it’s going to rain tomorrow so I can bring the kids to the playgroup or the beach or the playground, where we are going to eat our lunch, what I’m going to cook for dinner, what I’m going to blog about.

And when it’s time to get on that plane, we’ll just go. No big shakes.

I am not exactly sure why I’m not being a typical woman about this and thinking and analyzing to death my feelings in leaving Coogee.

That may come later.

We have been preparing the kids though.

KK’s enthusiasm has rubbed off on Day and the kid is raring to go back to Singapore so he can see his grandparents and swim in the SAFRA pool.

I talk to Dee and tell her it’s a lot of bye bye-ing to Coogee and our home here, but I doubt if she understands.