Phuong
At first, I thought I had only one family.
Sometimes “community” can seem like a big word, but building it starts with the smallest of actions.
“If you talk about community within the neighbourhood. We may not have a strong one. Because yet we cant blame anyone, because that is what life is like in the city. Time is all committed to work. Even when we enter the lift, we stand next to each other be we are just staring at our phones. Sometimes, all it takes is to just look up and smile – the day already starts better. But it takes two to build relationships. We have to let others know that they can count on us if they ever need help. Knowing that others think of you and look out for you will really give you that sense of belonging. It’s the first step to building a community.”
– Wendy
“I’ve been living here here for about 2 years. For a long time, I had no idea who my neighbours were. It was just like going to a hotel – just checking in and checking out every day. But after you meet face to face, things feel different. It’s as if we already know each other so much more. It finally started to feel like I had neighbours and that I was’t alone after all.”
– Jasmin
“Most people nowadays like privacy. We live in high-rise buildings just a door away from each other but we prefer to just be left alone. I think we forget that at the end of the day, the thing that builds the neighbourhood is the people.”
– Aizuddin
In this increasingly fast-paced society it is easy to forget that we are surrounded by people, who like us, appreciate simple friendly gestures, being treated with kindness that will better our daily lives. Building relationships goes a long way, and for the residents of Boulevard Residence, it is a necessary step for the creation of a sense of belonging among themselves. With a small effort from each of the residents, they came together to begin a community, to make their homes a better place to live in, and ultimately, to care for the people who are in the closest physical proximity to them in their everyday lives.
It was my first month in Malaysia, and I had just packed the wrong biscuits at work. In times like these, I’d always give my mom a call. Her voice was comforting, and I immediately thought of the life I left behind in Vietnam. My mum was always working. And one day, an agent came to my village and told me about working in Malaysia. I remember thinking life could finally be different. When I first arrived, I didn’t know any Bahasa Melayu. I observed how people did their work and copied them. After a few rounds of watching them, I was OK. My friends from Vietnam, who came before me, really helped me. They taught me how to speak Malay and how to work. Working here, I’ve also met people from many different places – such as Burmese, Indians and Chinese. At first, I thought I could have only one family. But when I came here, I made many friends. My boss treats everyone like family. I still treasure my family back home, but here, I’ve found more people I love. I thought I’d go home after three years, but I realised I wanted to continue working here. I’ve found home.
