Finding Home

It’s no secret to a lot of you that I’m planning to stay in Australia after I’ve graduated. Though, for some people there has always been a few questions surrounding my decision to do so. In this case, maybe it’s time to answer them.

By the time I graduate, I will have a degree in Applied Medical Biotechnology and in Medical Science Pathology. It’s true that I took the medical science as a backup just in case I can’t find a job in Australia and that I could work in Malaysia, where as having a degree in Medical Biotechnology has no solid future back home. Then again, research opportunities are greater in Australia, especially towards what I’ve been aiming all this while – Cancer. I like what I’ve learnt so far and I would hate to see it go to waste because some things don’t have the resources to push forward.

I have the contacts here. I like working with people who are competent and speak to you in plain English. I like the seriousness of work and the casual goofiness that comes right after. I like that crazy ideas, though scrutinized to detail are not immediately dismiss and that for everyone else, they have to work hard, just as you have to, to get where they want to be. Not some corrupt hierarchy which puts bloodlines and personal connections above an honest days job.

And it is unfortunate that in Malaysia, my bloodline being a Malay takes precedence over matters of relationship no matter how much I may oppose it. In Malaysia, because being a Malay means you’re a Muslim and anyone who marries you has to convert into Islam with all the fine print attached to it. My relationships in the past are often marred by this unfortunate twist of fate for no matter how well I put on a sheep’s clothing, I’m still a wolf – at least back there.

But I am happy with what I have now. I’m happy with my relationship now and I would be damned if I didn’t do everything my power to to make sure my family, if I ever have one of my own, escapes that scrutiny that forces people to go through things against their will. I’ve suffered through that indignity enough as a child and I wish it not on anyone else in my life.

I like it here in Australia. Sure I do miss the food back home and no matter how much I try to recreate it, you can’t beat home grown food. Yet I’ve always felt that I didn’t belong in Malaysia, or at least throughout my life and what happened, I didn’t feel welcomed. Not for my ideas, not for my sense of belief (or disbelief), not for my actions and least of all, not for my bloodline. Here in Australia, I can start anew because I’m just another Asian fellow. I’m another Asian fellow that people think lived in the States. Not bad for someone who’s only been out of his country for the past 3 years and all of it happened to be in Australia.

Here at least, whatever life I had back home, whatever memories, good and especially the bad, doesn’t matter. Here, I can start with a clean slate and I have done so. Here, I can be the part of me that I always tried to hide back home because it wasn’t “Malaysian” enough. Here I can make friends and I have. Here I can talk to anyone without being thought a loony. Here I feel comfortable. Here I feel like I’ve returned home.

I think that’s more than enough reason to want to stay.

7 thoughts on “Finding Home

  1. It’s so good that you know what you want, and I think Australia is probably a great place to take up as your own home. There is just a very different atmosphere here. It reminds me a lot of what the States used to be like when I was a child; and my parents say even more what it was like decades ago. There’s so much more of a focus on community and generally a good attitude–laid back, welcoming. Sure, there are the jackasses in the bunch, but they seem to come a lot fewer and further between.

    I don’t know if I’ll stay here once my degree is through, but it’s good to know it won’t harm me at all if I do. This is a good country, and I hope your family back in Malaysia understands your decision, even if only slightly or, better yet, entirely.

    Some of us just really aren’t born in the countries we were meant to be born in, it seems. I’ve belonged so much more here than in the States, and I can’t really explain why. It’s just true for some of us.

  2. ChickyBabe: Found maybe. I still have to build one from ground up. Maybe add a couple of levels and rooms as well. It’s a long haul but I think I don’t mind the company.

    Lelia: That’s what I like about this place. Community driven responsibilities and a place where you know when to goof off. My family understands, more so they would want me to anyway, so it’s a good thing. I don’t understand why some of us don’t find the homes we’re born into as home we wish to spend our lives at. It certainly makes for a good life experience, but the journey is often a pain in the ass to get there don’t you think?

  3. It surely is a pain in the ass. It was even harder to move here than I expected, and I thought I had dreaded for the worst. 😛 It’s fine now, but it took me a good three, maybe even four, months to get settled in. I wouldn’t want to do it again, but then if it happens, it happens. 🙂

  4. Lelia: It took my longer than that to get settled into Australia, but that was because I had personal issues I needed to resolve back then. I will however, do what I can to make sure that I wouldn’t do it again. Not even to entertain the notion that it can happen. 🙂

    Silly Pat: Well…I salute your salute for my making this decision. 🙂

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *