Almost eight years in Miri, we left many friends, two container loads of stuff, and equal amount of trash for the recycling centers among others.
We spent the following two nights with Clare's parents in PJ, for the kids to have their final catching up with the gramps and for us to get our final fill or curry me and yong-tau foo at the nearby hangout at Section 17.
We planned originally to also complete some final last minute shopping, however that was scratched off the list in the end. Just a touch before midnite on the 23rd, we flew MAS to Amsterdam with a connection to Stavanger after a 2 hr lay over at Schiphol. By noontime Wednesday, we are at home in Hundvag, a quiet water surrounded suburb north of Stavanger, 30 mins from Sola Airport by taxi. We are home away from home, again.
The house is smaller by Miri standards, but we are getting used to it slowly. Perched on a tiny hill, the kitchen on the second level commands a sweeping few of the neighbourhood. There's an old barn at the back of the house now disused. The ex-farmer landowner lives in the lot next to use separated by a short walk on earthen path through a small piece of wooded patch of a backyard. Hoping that all the 150+ boxes shipped over fit in once it arrives.
The weather has been most forgiving in getting us slowly slide into the transition, temperature's hitting 25deg daily for the past few days; the days have been bright and sunny, the skies deep blue till 10pm. Even Ali and Aisya are starting to complain that it's as hot as at home!
One big reminder that we are now in Norway is the inverse relationship between the grocery bill vs the groceries we are actually carting back home. The other reminder is perhaps everyone we met so far is lankier, fairer and more blonde than the three of us (Clare fits in better in the 1st two categories).
So far so good! Let's hope it's as smooth at the immigration office tomorrow, and the vehicles registration office the following days.
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