Found this image in my pic file, and thought i pasted here. 

Bali has been raining non stop in these past 3 days. I loved how the water drops on the leaves and made it sway. I loved how everything just shiver and how people run to find cover. But most of all I love how it makes everything seems so quiet and serene.  How people stay inside the house, looking outside with their arms folded, and worries on their faces.  Maybe someone they love is stuck in the rain waiting impatiently for it to subside in the bus stop.

I am looking outside myself, in my new house, learning about my new neighbors. The house infront of me painted red with wide windows and black fancy engraved metal fence always manage to make me green with envy.  A family lives there.  These past 3 mornings, I observe them getting ready for the day. The husband always with his briefcase, calm and collected, always wait in the car for 10 minutes before the wive comes out rushing without make up but wearing power suit, talking frantically to the children ( 2 of them, all boys).  The boys, one of them i notice to be the quiet ones, slip in the car without much protest while the other seems to always forget something, and has to at least once comes back inside the house to get something.

My nextdoor neighbour is a guy. A loner i guess, cuz i dont see him much, and whenever he's home (or at least the car is home), the house would be all closed up with curtains all down.  I imagine he's an artist in needs for quiet environment.   Or a guy who has just experienced a lost love and a broken heart, seclude himself up to find that peace of mind. Or a poet, who is in the process of writing his masterpiece. or just merely an antisocial, hateful for anything that resemble a normal  neighbour interaction.  I often wonder what goes on in that house.  It is always quiet.

My other nextdoor neighbour is a couple. No kids. Both works. Both seems to be really indifferent with each other. No goodbye kisses, nor hugs, nor even eye contact. Maybe they were fighting about something.  Maybe the wife wants to have kids right away while the husband does not. (Cuz honey..we cant even afford our own lifestyle.. let alone having a kid..) and that makes the wife feel sad, and that makes them sleep far away from each other at night, and that makes the wife looks at him every morning expresionless just before he gets into the car and zooms off without waving goodbye.

My coffee is getting colder, and I look at my new house.  My room mate has gone to other city again for work and leave all this mess behind for me to clean up.  The kitchen is pretty much done, my room is looking mighty cool, we have installed air condition successfully.  The bathroom only needs the final touch up.  The norwegian paint turned up to be a real beauty and sort of giving this glow whenever i turn on the light.  So i guess im ok with spending lots on paints now.  It is really not bad at all.

I couldnt sleep eversince i move here. The strong smell of paints, the craps that are still lying around, and the new everything are giving me this weird hollow feelings.  Mixed feelings that leave me restless and somehow cold.  I miss the warmth in my old house, and the crappy worn out green painted bathroom door.  I miss the old feelings it has.  The old ghost. (not that it has one, but the house has been there long enuff to store some stories from the past... so surely it has its own "ghost").  Rooms that watched me weaving memories, doors that connected me to laughters and regrets, windows that witnessed my silly romantic adventures. I miss it

I have new house now and have a new way of entering the door which at the end would weave me another moments. Blue painted walls (Norwegian, no less!) and lightings that shoot the walls giving a circling glowing effect. and a new ghost . The one that is still hiding and observing, waiting for me to make memories. 

I have to introduce myself. 

Hello. Im emily. Please make me feel like home.