As I pack our last few belongings, I wept silent tears. I just can't bear to see strangers invading my house; the very first home we built together.
If i were to say no to the States, if i were not so complacent in my job, I would not have to go thru this grief. Is this regret or is it "one is never satisfied with wat he has"? Mebbe its too early to tell if i'd made e right choice, so for now it's probably regret.