As a self-proclaimed nomad, I haven't had a solid place to call home since... well, years.
Every year, when Hari Raya came, I'd just look and admire the pretty lights people would decorate their home with.
Envious.
I didn't realize it was such a big deal to myself.
Now that Sarah's out, I would wish none of the hardships that I've gone through on her, of course.
And one of the smallest steps towards that is the lights. The really pretty Hari Raya lights.
I put them up myself, in the middle of the night, while everyone was sleeping. I couldn't wait to see them. White and blue. To follow the colour theme of our living room.
Our home has the pretty Hari Raya lights now, this year. And every year afterwards.
Just for Sarah. And the nomad that has finally found a home.