Horns tooting. The call for prayer at the mosque. The heavy rain beating down on this city.
I hear it all, when we open the back door, or the French windows to the balcony. The incessant sounds of living in this city.
Condominiums. Terrace houses. Low-rise apartments. Bungalows. Kampung houses. Even palaces. It’s up to you to make a home in this city.
Sitting in traffic. Being cut off in traffic. Being tailgated. Tailgating. Swearing at someone for doing a dangerous move. Tractors, buses, cars, trucks, motorcycles, bicycles, people. All on the road. Why I don’t like driving in this city.
Shopping in a large department store. Buying trinkets from the open air market. Tiny marts. Large grocery stores. Wet markets. Too many places to spend your money in this city.
Cafes. Mamak stalls. Restaurants. Old-fashioned coffee shops. Fast food chains. Cuisines from every part of the world – Malay, Chinese, Indian, Indonesian, Tex-Mex, Thai, Japanese, Croatian, Korean, English, Brazilian, Fusion. So much to eat in this city.
I live in Kuala Lumpur, the federal capital and the most populous city in Malaysia. 1.6 million of us live here.
13 years, 8 addresses, 3 cars. In this city.
I have a love-hate relationship with this city.
I hate the traffic, the bureaucracy, the politics.
I love that the best part of my life has happened here – meeting my husband, starting a family.
Yes, I live in this city.
Thank you to Jessica of Close Enough, who provided me the inspiration to write this post!
What do you love and/ or hate about your city?