It’s been more than a year now since I’ve lived here in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia. Prior to moving here for work, I have been to Malaysia a number of times on business trips. I was even quite familiar with some of its countryside, having once travelled to Club Med Malaysia from Singapore, during one trip. And of course, I’ve seen its most famous landmark before, the Petronas Towers. But other than the business travels that lasted a week at most, I haven’t really stayed in Malaysia or any of its cities before.
Unlike the move to Guam where I had my children with me, I moved to Kuala Lumpur alone. Hence, my mindset coming into Kuala Lumpur was quite different. I didn’t need to check out any of the schools, for example, and opted to live in a condominium that’s accessible to work and the airport vs living in a house in a secure suburban village. I also opted to not have a car.
For as long as I can remember, I have had a fascination with jumping. I jumped over canals, jumped and skipped my way to and from school, joined standing board jump contests, did my best impression of Tarzan swinging thru coconut leaves to jump further, etc. etc. There's something about it that makes me smile and laugh, as a kid then and even now. It's an exhilarating thing to do, any time, all the time.