I came back from Tanzania to an empty house....again. Dragged the suitcase into room, took off the uniform and booted the laptop. Melancholy set in.

As I entered the kitchen, a note from my housemate was left together with a parcel.

Diana, this is nasi lemak from Angie.

I opened up the parcel to find rice, sambal ikan bilis, ayam masak merah and acar. Shortly after, Jac came up to deliver butter cake for me.

And for that fleeting moment, I am happy to find that there are still people who DO think of me once in a while.

:)