I love KL because it used to be home. Its not home anymore and my heart is heavy because I know its time to let it go. I guess I won't have any strong urges to return anymore and if I do, it would only be for a holiday. This isn't home anymore. Looking out of the window of my hotel room on the 17th floor, watching the fireworks for the last day of Chinese New Year, it finally hits me. It's quite sad, really. This country no longer has a place for me. I don't fit in here anymore.