After more than one year (since 24 Oct 2015), I moved again. My landlord decided not to renew and looking for more long term tenant. Im not here nor there, always extend last minutes for few months like no commitment.
Hmm..
I remembered that day was saturday. I start to pack my stuff on friday after work. I was really tired and stressed. I have to pack my stuff and carry few boxes to the office for temporary storage and carry the remaining in my car.
To carry from my unit to car park was easy coz I use cold storage trolley. Then from my car to the office, I have to carry one by one as there were stairs and the lif cannot go up to the office straight. That was painful and streessfull. Then from my car to the airbnb room was not so bad.
This was my first night at airbnb, near office with bathroom. The next day, on new year, I was sick. My body ache and my head spinning. I went to doctor, went breakfast, took medicine and slept all day. Flat. I slept from morning till night. Black out. Not even checked my phone. At night when I woke up around 7pm, the helper that clean up the house told me she was a bit worried coz I did not go out from the room at all. Yaaa.. i was so sick. The next day, I got MC and just stay in bed continue sleep. I cant do anything, i was soo weak.
This is where my life as a nomad started.. I rent a room on weekdays and on sat/sun I went back to hometown or KL. It was difficult. Correction... very difficult living like a nomad. No place to call home. No proper table to do work after office, no kitchen and no place to properly eat with table and chair, sometime shared bathroom, I move in move out. Stay few places depends on availability. Sometime when I felt burn out, I stayed one day at nicer place. I sent my clothes to laundry and the rest of my stuff was in the car. I have 2 troley bags to store my clothes.
Oh wow... what a moment to look back. I will never forget this phase of my life..
