It was Plymouth all over again.
I didn't really favour Cameron Highlands at first as I thought it could be just like Kundasang; cold,strawberries, carrots and cabbages.
But as I entered the Mardi English Cottage, it gave me a homey feeling.
The interior, the design, the carpet, the coldness, and the smell were really like my Plymouth.
I felt my chest hardened as I performed my prayer. It was the same prayer clothes that I wore in Plymouth.
And I can't help myself to reminisce how easy life was back then.
It was the third day when we packed our things to go back.
As I closed the front door, I told myself I should move on.
Well, reality, bring it on!